"So what are you saying... I'm a fairy?"
Evanna’s voice cracked as she pushed the words past the tightness in her throat, her tone soaked in disbelief.
Thorne flinched like she'd slapped him. His jaw clenched, eyes darting around as if the very walls might have heard her.
"The Fae folk hate being called that," he hissed quietly, though there was a rough edge to his tone. "They're not sprites from children's tales. They were ancient beings—powerful, regal. The word 'fairy' makes them sound like fragile things of whimsy. They are anything but."
Evanna huffed, crossing her arms stubbornly. "So what, my family and I are Fae? Am I supposed to sprout wings now?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm, though the tremor beneath it betrayed her growing dread.
Thorne shook his head slowly. "No. Just y
