“Hale!” Talhan shouted, leaping from the still moving carriage. Her sister’s fiancé was a tall, muscular fae with wavy hair a shade lighter than Rua’s own. He had warm golden skin, even in the depths of winter. He looked older than the last time she had seen him. His stubbled face had grown longer, and he wore formal attire instead of battle leathers. Hale braced for the impact with a smile as Talhan barreled into him. Their joyous embrace made Rua pause. She didn’t know how to do that.
