"What are we doing?" Alanna queried seriously. She gently disentangled her hand from Delia's and glanced around. Music drifted down from the ballroom, by turns delightful and eerie. She looked up again and stepped closer. Everything about this evening reeked of challenge, and Alanna knew she would never be satisfied if she turned around and walked away. She had to make sense of this odd situation. Somehow.

"Did you know my true identity when you kissed me?" Alanna swallowed audibly.