"Where did you even get this outfit?"
Adeline glanced at Edward, eyeing the dark robe she now wore.
It was identical to those worn by forbidden magic wielders—long, flowing, and embroidered with faint sigils. Even the fabric itself seemed to hold traces of magic, whispering with power.
She didn't know where he had gotten it, and honestly, she doubted he would tell her.
So before he could smirk and refuse to answer, she sighed and corrected herself. "Never mind. You won't tell me either way."
Edward's grin was infuriatingly smug. "You know me so well."
His white hair gleamed under the moonlight, making him look almost angelic.
But his words, as always, were as cruel as ever.
"You can go in alone," he said, his voice light and carefree. "They won't do anything to you."
Adeline seriously doubted that.
This plan was completely insane—walk into a den of forbidden magic users and hope they assumed she was one of them?