" The sound of my real name made me freeze. An owl hooted overhead, perched like a statue on the limp of a tree. Everything was in slow motion, as though time had come unhinged.
“You know who I am,” I said, but my voice was scarcely audible. The night air chilled my skin. It was so dark I almost couldn’t see Wesley in front of me.
“Yes.”
“Does anyone else know?”
“Not that I know of.”
I stumbled back a step. “How? When…?” I shook my head before asking the question that had plagued me for weeks. “Why did you let me escape that night in the palace?”
He nodded, as if he had expected this. “I looked in your eyes, and…I just couldn’t do it.” He paused, fumbling for words. “Please trust me.”
I thought about the times he’d been alone with me, with a weapon, when I’d been unarmed. If he’d wanted to kill me, he would have done it by now. Finally I nodded. “Where are we going?” I asked, still dazed, as we walked together back toward the center of camp.
“You’ll see,” he said somberly. "

― Galaxy Craze , The Last Princess (Last Princess, #1)