Eight
Cal doesn’t spare me a glance. He doesn’t look at the other folk. His entire focus is on the queen. Rena, he called her.
“I’m surprised you’d come here, after our last meeting,” he finally says.
Rena narrows her eyes. There was a warning I missed somewhere.
He knows she’d never dare enter these woods.
I don’t know what happened between these two, but it can’t have been good.
“And I’m surprised you’d settle for this thing,” she hisses, gesturing toward me.
I now understand why Cal was offended when I used that word to describe the boggart.
“What makes you think I’m even remotely interested in anything that bears your face?” he asks, almost lightly.
In other circumstances, I would have protested. I’m hot, dammit. But considering the situation, I want to nod along.
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