I have the most intense headache I've ever experienced. It feels like an entire murder of crows has taken flight and are all trying to batter their way out.
"We both need to be here. She needs us both." A voice. Calm but sure. As steady as the tide. I know that voice.
"Bullshit," another voice spits. "I said it before, you get one Fated. She needs to figure her s**t out while she's not high on pixie dust." The anger is hot in that voice. It burns me. It burns my heart.
"Usually, yes, but there are exceptions-"
"Shut the f**k up. This isn't your classroom. This isn't a lesson on some past ruler who had a harem of lovers rumored to all have been her Fated. This is here, now. This is real. And that witch," I flinch at the harsh flames licking at my soul. "Is not mine. All that s**t she
