Faye's POV
I put down my pen and shook my hand. Writing so much these past few days had left my wrist feeling sore.
Touching the golden flute hanging around my neck, I continued writing invitations for the engagement ceremony. Liam and Leander wouldn't let me do anything else, and this was the only task I managed to wrestle from their hands.
“Knock, knock,” came the rhythmic sound from outside the door.
By now, I could tell whether it was Liam or Leander just by the knock. Liam’s knocks were rhythmic, usually two or three at a time. He would knock once, wait, and if I didn’t respond, he would knock again with the same rhythm.
Leander’s knocks were as enthusiastic as he was, rapid and insistent, like he was knocking on a drum, making sure I opened the door immediately.
I slipped on my
