“It’s remarkable, you know.” “What is?” I ask. “We might be the last two fae in the entire world, and somehow, our paths crossed that night.” His words from before, about how my aura was a beacon that he followed, make a lump appear in my throat. “Fate does funny things.” “It does.” It does. My mind is a cyclone. Twisting and twisting. My emotions are in chaos. And still, his words echo. We’re quite the pair, you and I. Quite the pair, you and I. Pair, you and I. Päyur, you and I.
