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“Is something the matter?”
Ostic looked like a man craving the relief of speaking the truth. He didn’t. He shook his head.
A blackbird clove the stillness with a yearning note.
And, really, it had to be a dream. Because, for a moment, he had looked at her like he could love her.

It hadn’t been love at first sight, but at last sight — gods, at last sight—
Far above, the moon hung like a promise.

He and she sat in the moonlight as lover and beloved.
He hadn’t paid attention. He had been stupid — gods, so stupid.
He no longer owned his heart.

“Are you free Friday next?”
“Why?”
“It’s the full moon. And we’re going to break into the Faerwundor.”
“You — you’re going to do it?”
“You won’t let us get caught, I trust you. We’ve managed to slow your degeneration. Let’s see if we can reverse it. After what you’ve done, it’s the least I can do.”

“Why are you helping me?”
“Someone is going to die at Swanstone and I can’t have it be you.”

Once again they had reached an Almost, and once again she had fled.
She would never cross over. And he was burdened, now, with the memory of a swiftly beating heart, exhilaration and pleasure, and the weight of regret.
He wished he could unkiss her.

They kissed!!!! Omg at last

“Very well. I will dance as nature intended
“Barefoot, tipsy and with flowers in your hair.”
“You paint a lovely picture.”
“You are a lovely picture.”

OSRIC MORDAUNT!!! The man you are 🤭

No, there was nothing worth stealing at the party below. But up here?
It occurred to him that he would like to steal a dance.

A DANCEEEEE 🤭

“You’re winding me up.”
“You really are delicious.”
“Well done.”
“I serve at your pleasure.”