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The Dreams of the Fey
The next day dawned colder than the one before. It wasn’t raining and the wind was mild, but Matthew was glad of the scarf Fee had insisted he bring. He appreciated more than its warmth. The scarf had been made for him by her own hands, and it held the faint scent of her, of home. It made him feel as if she were with him. If that was a foolish thought, well, he wouldn’t be the first man who had been made foolish by his love for a woman.
His son, for example. Matthew sensed Thomas’ feelings for the Healer ran deep. Too deep for his own good. The last thing Thomas needed was the complications that would come from an illicit love affair with a high-born lady who was pledged to another. The repercussions, in both the human and Fey worlds, would be enormous. They had
