“Unless …” “Unless what?” “Still you point that spear at me.” I stalked toward him, drawing my spear arm back. He vanished. He spoke behind me. “Could it be you are becoming like us?” I whirled, eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?” “Are you becoming Fae, in the way some long ago were born? I suspect the young Druid also suffers birth pains. It is a most unexpected development.” “And unwelcome.” “That remains to be seen.” Was that his breath at my ear, his lips against my hair? “It’s unwelcome to me! I’m not going to become one of you. Get it out. I don’t want it.” I felt his hands on my waist,
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