glanced at the garage. I looked at the bookstore. I sighed. I missed him. Ironically, now that I’d become obsessed with wondering who and what I was, I was less worried about who and what he was. I was beginning to understand why he’d always insisted I judge him by his actions. What if the sidhe-seers really were Unseelie? Did that make us innately bad? Or did that just mean we—like the rest of the human race—had to choose whether to be good or evil? I got out of the car, locked it, and turned for the bookstore. “Barrons say you can drive his Viper?” Lor said behind me. Hand on the doorknob, I
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