“Spoken like one of the Folk yourself.” My shadow looks at me sideways. “Are you sure no Fae blood was slipped into the concoction that created you?” He waves a hand and his wings come briefly into view, but I’m still staring at the tip of a decidedly pointy ear. It’s hardly noticeable, the tip sweeping to a small point where the normal round of a human’s ear would be. Easily missed, especially when covered by hair. But my shadow’s hair is not long, and is now swept back, revealing the point to me. I wonder if I will offend him for staring, and avert my eyes.
“No matter.” States the Fae, bringing my attention back to what he is saying with a jerk. “However, I will indeed offer you some advice. The guilt you harbor will dissolve your Bond if you let it. You must find a way to ma
