Just Jack, coming in through the front door to find Morozko at the kitchen table like he had so many times before.
The faerie in question looked shocked at his appearance, eyes wide.
“Is it okay?” Jack asked, stepping forward. “That I came back here?”
He knew it wasn’t all in his head—this wasn’t some one-sided flight of fancy on his part. But for all that Morozko never rejected him, he also never…never said anything that indicated he did more than tolerate Jack, and Jack didn’t want to be a burden on this man.
If Morozko wanted it, Jack would leave right now, and never return, taking all his trouble with him. That was the silent vow that Jack made.
Morozko sighed, but when Jack sat down at the table across from him, he didn’t reject his presence.
“I never wanted to remember the Faer
