Of Frost and Feather (Flame Cursed Fae, #2)

by Eliza Raine

I nod. "It is. What is your name?" "Thyrvi," she answers. "Thyrvi," I repeat in a whisper. "Where do you go when you're not with me?" "Nowhere. I just… don't exist." I frown, trying to imagine that. I can't. "It's shit," she announces, and I blink.