Fragments of Fae reality everywhere, took down every plane I took up. I consider the possibility that, by the time I return, he will have caught her, cut my brand off her skull, and made her impossible to track. Then I begin to feel her. She is alive. She still wears my mark. But what I sense is incongruent with her situation. I expect grief. The woman killed me and, in humans, familiarity breeds a certain emotional bond. But lust? On the heels of murdering me, who does she lust for? I entertain myself with thoughts of searing my brand from her skull. When I finally arrive at the bookstore,
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