After Reine disappeared, I knelt and took a long, deep breath so I wouldn"t break into sobbing. Our separation had been painful before, a dull ache that I"d habituated to. And then when she"d sacrificed her freedom and gone into the asylum, it had faded.
Now the anchor to our bond throbbed with the pain of a shard of crystal lodged in my chest, and I knew it wouldn"t ease until we were together again.
We had to figure out a way for her to get out of the asylum. We had to find those letters.
And determine what could be done to change the atmosphere of Faerie. From what Lily had said, the pre-division era had been a time of harmony. What if Grand-Pied had been wrong, and changing the atmosphere back wouldn"t hurt any species that had evolved there since? Ten thousand years was hardly any
