She’s so very deceiving. So Elite in likeness. It’s startling, feeling no power from her. A sound slips past her lips, soft and sleepy. I fight the urge to wrap my free arm around her, to brush my lips across her neck. Despite everything, I struggle to not want her. Something has shifted between us, and yet, nothing at all has changed. She’s the same Paedyn I knew before finding out she was Ordinary. The same Paedyn I knew before she killed the king. The same Paedyn I was falling for.
