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Cam gave her a broad smile. “Oh, aye, it worked,” he said, not wanting to think otherwise. There was no reason for it not to have worked. In one move, he made a quick lean back to his right to grasp the hilt and returned to sit, cross-legged this time. Apparently, he had very good core muscles to manage that stretch. He held the sword in front of him, the tip pointing to the night sky. It was alien and familiar, Fae and his own. It scared the hell out of him, while simultaneously becoming one of his best friends.
Such was the nature of being a friend of the Fae, too.
Still gazing at the blade, he asked, “So, ye've encountered the Fae, then?”
Such was the nature of being a friend of the Fae, too.
Still gazing at the blade, he asked, “So, ye've encountered the Fae, then?”