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Lawrence
The bitter irony of Reine's and my story exchange was that I simultaneously felt more connected to her and fearful of what would result from our revelations. Well, besides a sore thumb.
Reine's sorrow, disappointment, and anxiety floated through the air, and the electric sensations dissipated as she drifted to sleep. She thought she was a clever Fae, but I'd seen her expression grow guarded as I described the Fae attack on my family. Could she know something about what happened?
Ted's words about the answer to an old puzzle coming along with more pain than I could imagine floated through my head. But then she'd looked relieved when I said there were three of them. She'd seen something, perhaps that morning before the witch-hunt spell when she'd been warming up the bowl for
