Sylred blinks. “Is that a thing?” I huff. “No! Well…yes. But right now, no. I’m not gonna get caught up in my own stupid cupidity. I’m not a goldfish. I do have an attention span.” I continue to twirl the arrow through my fingers like it’s a baton. “And I resent you thinking—Oh, look!” I exclaim excitedly, zooming toward the window. “That fae down there is riding a unicorn!” Okay. I see his point.
