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slightest breeze.
     
    He saw mottled green. Then he saw her . She walked through the woods, moving away from him. He recognised the spiky white hair. He couldn’t help but marvel at the economy of her movements as she navigated the dense, uneven forest. He followed, floating behind her without gaining ground. Once, she stopped. He almost felt her listening. She lifted her face, and her head twitched to the side. Was she sniffing the air? Suddenly, she whipped her head around and looked right at him. Part of him flinched, but when he saw her puzzled expression, he realised she couldn’t see him. That was when he noticed the gentle, corkscrew turn at the top of her ears. Her swirling eyes scanned the woods behind her. Her body poised with the tension of a wild animal, ready to pounce—or to flee. So beautiful , he thought. As he voiced the words, she faded away, and his world returned to blackness.

Chapter 5
    The peculiar sensation of eyes prickling against her skin made Eilidh glance over her shoulder. It shouldn’t surprise her. She had been a Watcher, but it didn’t take long away from the kingdom to lose the sharpness of her skills. She had spent nearly a quarter of her life in exile. A twinge of sadness and longing threatened to surface, and she pushed it back to the recesses of her mind. Self-pity would wait. For now, she had to focus on a greater purpose. It pleased her to have one after so long of merely surviving.
     
    “You smell like a human.” The voice floated to her as a whisper on the wind.

    Her heart lurched. “Saor.” She stepped away from the tree, so she could be clearly seen from all sides, and opened her mouth slowly to show she held no incantations.
     
    “Your life is forfeit in the kingdom,” he said, approaching her from the trees. His long golden hair hung straight around his pale face and shone in the morning light. His dark grey eyes appeared hard and unwavering—like the stone magic he favoured. Eilidh could not read them.

    “Yes.” Now was the moment, she thought. He would either kill her or not. He’d loved her once, but did he love duty more?
     
    Suddenly, he stood in front of her. It startled Eilidh. His skills had grown over the past decades while hers dulled.

    “So you have come to die?” His angry, mocking tone shocked Eilidh. This was not the Saor she remembered.
     
    “I bring news to the conclave.” She licked her lips, feeling more nervous than she had expected. When she decided to warn them of the deaths and report that one of the forbidden, higher forms had been used, it made sense at the time. Any of their kingdom would have done the same. Now, standing and facing the one who would have been her mate, she realised her folly. She wasn’t a kingdom faerie any longer. Had she been sitting in that tower all those long years waiting for an excuse to come back? Fool. She’d convinced herself she’d accepted her fate, but seeing the disgust on Saor’s beautiful face made her heart ache with renewed pain.

    He stepped back and flicked his eyes to the trees as though pondering her words. His hesitation lasted only a moment. “What news?”
     
    “Someone has cast blood shadows in the city.”

    His eyes turned sharp again, cutting her with accusation.
     
    “Not me, Saor. You know my crimes were in the astral realm, not the blood.”

    His perfectly angled features froze, as though he did not even breathe. They had never once spoken of her wrongdoing. But then, he’d never come to see her after the truth became known, nor even sent word. Finally, Saor gave a barely perceptible nod.
     
    “He killed a human.”

    Saor snorted his lack of concern. “Does this bother you?”
     
    Eilidh winced at his derisive manner. “It was brutal. Violent. And yet controlled and purposeful.” She turned her chin up to stare Saor squarely in the face. “Powerful.”

    Saor narrowed his eyes, calculating again. He had not, Eilidh thought, been so stoic and hard before. Had she