“People would always say that she was waiting for her companion to be born. The assumption was that she must have a soul-deep connection with her companion, one that lasted beyond the veil separating us from the life before and the life after. But fae aren’t born anymore. We stopped procreating when the last of the mated pairs were murdered, shortly after my birth. Between the horror of that and everyone’s focus on the war, there haven’t been any new babies, so we didn’t know if she’d ever meet her companion.”
Death about Bright
