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Touched

“Fey?” I’d never heard of such things.

What does that mean?

He chuckled harshly. “I’m not the only of my kind, Saria. There are others like me. Though not as powerful. Because I learned to shuck my skin and feed on the magic of others who carry similar blood.”

“What is a fey?”

“A creature constructed of magic, land, and blood. Powerful.”

That sounded to me like I’d have described a witch.

“I don’t understand why you ‘feed’...?” I swallowed. Finding the word uncomfortable to say.

“I have to find others who have the same fey lines in their blood and draw their magic to feed my own. Because as we age, over the centuries, if we do not die and come back, our power weakens. So, I need yours to retain my strength. To keep this shell from aging. To keep me whole...”

I blinked at him. Wanting to ask for the thousandth time why he was being kind tonight. But knowing those answers would not change.

They haven’

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