Chương 125: One Hundred and Twenty-Fifth

In a few minutes, the party - or at least the fae still visible to Emily, languishing around in the corners - went back to their normal partying ways, as was to be expected of the Fae, though they'd changed to a more sedate style of dancing and celebration.

A couple of them did the shuffle of their feet and held their hands out towards others.

It looked like a mix between a waltz and a swing.

It was pretty, and romantic, and rather sensual.

It was absolutely none of those things.

It was an empty puppet dancing with another empty puppet.

It was even deeper than a crowd of humans.

The fae paradox had yet to go away in her own experience.

Merwyn was fae.

Mia was fae.

She always felt she could predict and expect what Mia did, but Merwyn...

Merwyn, to her, was really exactly what a fae would be if she made one up herself.

So that meant...

He was unpredictable.

At least as unpredictable as any fae.