Bab 46: Forty-Sixth

Emily groaned.

How did I get involved with so many faeries, and out of all the possible mixes, how did I get one who trapped the other one in a tower of eternal, petty punishment??

Emily rubbed her head as Mia fussed around, picking up books and shoving Merwyn off a chair he had commandeered.

Merwyn himself seemed...content with being harassed.

Nothing ever truly seemed to bother him.

Weirdly, she really hadn't misremembered Mia.

Those two were both fae, but seemed to be absolute opposites.

While one was all light and mischievous, the other was all seriousness and control.

Yet the mischievous one never seemed to take anything seriously, and the one that tried to be dignified was unintentionally hilarious and over the top silly.

I never realized until meeting Merwyn...is it really that Mia is also trying to pretend to be human and not quite getting it...?