Chapter Eleven
She slammed the book shut, grunting in frustration. Why couldn't things be straight forward?
"Nothing?" Amber asked, walking in and setting a cup of tea down on the table in front of Macey.
She shook her head. "Luc's gone into the daimon realm now to try and sort it out, but we're not getting anywhere."
"Will he be okay there?"
"I hope so, but I've been there. I doubt they'll take kindly to his wings." She'd begged him not to go, but she wasn't about to tell anyone that. Not even her best friend. It spoke of a cowardice that Macey didn't want others to know she'd given in to.
"Mind if I take a seat?" the beithir asked.
"Sure."
She moved around to sit in the chair, pulling her tail across her lap as she seated herself and stroking it ever so slightly. Which reminded M
