“I remember you," muses one of the older Fae folk. He steps out of the crowd, narrowing his eyes at me. “You were the His Majesty's chosen companion.”
My face reddens at the words. “We were friends, yes,” I answer , trying to hide my embarrassment... and my pain.
“What are you doing here?” He demands. “And how did you find us?”
“The trees guided us here,” I explain. I grab Sylvia’s hand and pull her forward. “We came here looking for answers. You see, this is my friend Sylvia. She’s a hybrid.”
“She is Fae,” the older Fairy says as he studies her, “I can tell that much. What is her other half?”
“Witch,” I answer proudly.
His eyes grow wide with shock. “The most powerful of the Earth magics combined?” He continues to examine her for a few moments, taking a step toward her with fascinat
