“It was a long five years of self-loathing. Evert barely spoke to me. Sylred was always stuck in the middle when we blew up at each other. Our once strong covey was broken. And then a little red-winged demon landed on our island.” I smile against his chest. “You shot me with an arrow.” I hear his own smile crack through. “Always with the arrow.” “It’s important to correctly depict history.” “I’m still not convinced you’re not a demon.”
