“Keep yourself hidden. It might be a glamor,” Tiny whispers.
The portal behind the two strangers closes, and my gut sinks. Tiny is right. Our mate bond would explode with recognition if Angel suddenly stood before me. There was something when the woman first appeared, but it was not as strong as it should be. It must be the shock of seeing someone who reminds me of my sweet Angel.
Who is this woman? She looks strikingly like my Angel—she’s almost a carbon copy, while the man must be an elf, maybe half-elven. He seems uncomfortable while she’s giddy and stirring with energy. They talk to each other in low voices before she heads toward the forest. The young man stares after her, muttering to himself before turning to the village.
“Bring me food; do not keep me waiting!”
The elf doesn’t
