Chapter 1
(Keefe)
Keefe wanted to believe he was awake. But he wasn’t. He needed to be.
For Foster.
But Fitzphie would be closer than ever, he realized. With him . . . . here, Fitz and Sophie would’ve bonded. They’d be stronger. Stronger elves, stronger Cognates . . . .
. . . . and a stronger couple.
He didn’t believe it. His mind ran through all the Team Foster-Keefe moments. There were so many.
But Fitzphie moments? There were so many more.
Let it go. Let. It. Go.
It was gone.
Foster wasn’t the brave, beautiful moonlark she’d been when Keefe first had a crush on her.
She was just a person. A person who deserted him.
And Fitz?
He deserved the same fate as Alvar.
Because he had stolen Sophie.
He’d stolen. . . .
. . . . a person he didn’t love anymore.
How was that a crime?
It wasn’t.
Tam might not agree, Keefe said to himself.
Why is my heart getting all fluttery?
Do I . . . . like him?
The thought flitted through Keefe’s mind.
I . . . guess so.