“He looks really sad,” Torion said.
Peri glanced down at the fae child and then back at Lucian who sat just on the other side of the veil to the draheim realm. She’d felt her mate the instant he’d arrived. It had been instinctual to go to him, but she’d stopped herself just in front of the veil, not crossing over into the human realm. The fae boy had been pulling on her robe at the same time she’d flashed, and so he’d traveled with her.
“Do you know him?”
Peri sighed. “Why do you ask so many questions, child?”
“Why do you refuse to call me by my name? I’ve told it to you like—"
“A hundred times.” Peri wasn’t exaggerating.
Torion huffed and stepped closer to the veil. “Do you know his name? And why can we see him but not hear him? Who was the other man? I mean, he’s obviously a fae, b
