“Also . . . ,” the faerie said in a rush. “I saw you once, about eight years ago, when you were still . . . I only got one glimpse, but you seemed so hauntingly sad. And so hauntingly attractive.” “Thank you,” said Jem. “I’m very happy now. Your cough seems to be getting worse, Kit. Do you need medicine as well?” Kit straightened up. “Nope, I’m good. Come on, Brother Hauntingly Attractive.” “There’s no need to mention this to Tessa.” “And yet,” said Kit, “I’m gonna.”
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