“I’m sorry. But… you’re Fae?” The statement sounded like the punchline to a bad joke, but Everlayne wasn’t laughing. “I am,” she answered, still hiding her mouth. “But… you’re not real.” “I beg to differ,” she fired back. “Myths. Stories. The Fae are folklore. There’s no such thing as the Fae.” “Don’t I seem real to you?” “I suppose so. But… the Fae had wings.” Everlayne snorted. “We haven’t had those for thousands of years.” She
