“When I was little, I wanted to fly free, high, and unafraid of the world. Why are you making that face?” Cerulean wavers, his eyes flickering. “You…remind me of someone.” “There’s someone else who thinks like I do?” “You flatter yourself, human.” “Depends on who she was? Or he?” The Fae gazes off with a remote grin I don’t think he’s aware of. “She was miraculous and devastating.”
