Scotland, 16 April, 1746
Rhys leaned on me, heavier with every step we took. Or perhaps our power weakened along with our connection to our home in Faerie. Unlike many of the soldiers, we didn"t leave a trail of smeared blood behind us, but we might as well have as Fae magic drained from us with every second.
“Are we human now?” Rhys" question came out garbled through his mangled mouth. “I taste my blood. I didn"t know Fae could taste their blood.”
“We"ve always been able to taste our blood, Rhys. Maybe your tongue is healing.” I hoped the rest of his mouth was, too.
“If it is, I want it to stop. It"s hurting.” He stumbled, and I caught him and held him until he regained steadiness. No matter what he"d done, he was still my little brother, and I"d protect him. I"d spent more time than
