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years, so there are many children like you in the city. We call them hybrids. Learning to use both sides of your power at once is quite a challenge from what I hear."
    She finished the braids, then coiled them up against my head in an intricate pattern. She fastened them with golden clips that glittered against my blonde hair.
    "How can they practice both when the dome protective seal only allows pure demon magic?" I asked.
    "There are training rooms below the throne room where both types of magic can be used," she said. She stepped back to survey my outfit. She reached out toward the scrap of white fabric tied around my wrist, but I pulled away.
    "I never take that off," I said.
    "I am sorry, Princess," she said. "I did not realize it was important to you."
    I'm sure the ratty piece looked strange to her, and completely out of place with this gorgeous dress, but I had vowed never to take it off. It was my reminder of the evil the Order was truly capable of."
    "I am thinking you need one final touch."
    Tuli lifted a gold chain and long, dangling emerald earrings from a box across the room and floated them toward us with a simple wave. She handed the earrings to me and while I put them on, she fastened the golden chain in my hair in such a way that it almost looked like a crown with a single teardrop-shaped emerald hanging down across my forehead.
    I gasped when I looked into the mirror. For the first time in my life, I actually looked like a princess. It was almost too much to take.
    "This isn't me," I said in a whisper. "I'm not this girl."
    Tulianne leaned close.
    "Now you are the one who is wrong," she said with a knowing smile. "This is exactly who you are."

They Found You First
     
    Nerves knotted in my stomach.
    This would be my first dinner alone with my father. My first real chance to ask him questions about my mother and about his life in Peachville.
    As I made my way to the dining hall, I had to wipe my hands on the skirt of my beautiful green dress at least four times. I tried to breathe deep and calm my heart, but the air stuck in my throat. I took my steps slowly, the gravity of the moment weighing heavy on my mind.
    I didn't want to mess this up.
    Even in the short time I'd spent with him, I'd learned that my father, the king, could shut down fast if I pressed too hard. Jackson explained that it was part of the demon culture to be patient, while humans were always in a hurry. Demons had hundreds of years to say what they meant or to figure out the truth of their own feelings. Humans never knew if tomorrow would come. It was something I couldn't quite understand and move past.
    I might be half-demon, but I had never had the luxury of time. Not the way my father had.
    Besides, I felt like I'd waited long enough already.
    Two women in plain black dresses stood at the entrance to the dining hall. They smiled as I approached. I blushed from nerves and embarrassment. I wasn't used to being treated like royalty, and I suddenly felt silly in this fancy dress and these green jewels.
    "Princess Harper," the woman on the left said. She had short black hair and beautiful blue eyes that sparkled when she talked. "Let me show you to your seat."
    I smiled and tugged at my dress.
    She bowed and led me through the entrance and into a gorgeous room with high ceilings and the most beautiful long wooden table I'd ever seen. The dark wood shone in the light of the orbs that danced near the ceiling. The floor in this room was a deep slate gray and my shoes clacked against it as I walked.
    There were twenty chairs seated around the grand table, but only two places had been set for dinner. I walked to the head of the table where ivory place mats were covered with ornate silverware, fine china with a deep blue pattern etched across it, and crystal goblets filled with water.
    "Thank you," I said.
    A man in a black suit pulled my chair out for me. He made the motions with his hands, but he never actually touched the wood of the chair's