“See you later.” Something brushed against my mental shield, a rumble of something dark—powerful. Perhaps a warning to be careful. Though it felt an awful lot like the dark, flickering emotion that had haunted me—so much like it that I stepped a bit closer to Tarquin. And then I gave the High Lord of Summer a pretty, mindless smile that I had not given to anyone in a long, long time. That brush of emotion went silent on the other side of my shields.
