“Of course, you’re human.” “At home I was called fae-marked,” I pressed on. “It’s why Caldamir took me.” Armene muttered something like a swear under his breath, and this time it was his turn to glance over his shoulder toward where we’d left the other fae. “I knew it. The moment I saw you, I knew it.” My heartbeat quickened as he continued, half muttering to himself. “The hair, the eyes, how did he think we wouldn’t see it?” “So, I do look like fae.”
