CHAPTER EIGHT
When she saw me, Kestrel raised her glass of something pink to me. I tried to signal her with eyebrows and head tilt not to say anything. The woman next to her turned, and I recognized her mother. She looked startled to see me, then whispered something to her daughter that I could easily pick up with my Fae hearing.
"She looks like the woman in the movie you were watching the other night."
"Yes, she does have a strong resemblance to the actress, doesn't she? Or Elsa."
They both giggled, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and place a curse on the creators of that stupid movie. Besides, why couldn't I have a resourceful redheaded sibling rather than a deadbeat Fae prince who couldn't stay out of trouble? Kestrel and her mother definitely emanated witch energy, as did t
