The dark queen raised her hand as if to caress the bottle, but stopped just short of touching it. Her eyes gleamed with a crafty look. “That is not the only apple you have in your possession, I believe.”
Kya blinked and put the apple back into the pouch. “No.”
“The apple is for you?”
“No.” Stronger this time as the certainty that the dark queen meant to trap her somehow grew with each beat of her heart.
A secret smile deepened the corners of the Moon Queen’s lips. “Do you know for whom the last apple is intended?”