Swiftcurrent Creek golden

TRULY

lestan was giddy and aching and wanted more; he held himself back and listened to her soft words. he shook his head, in denial and excitement — "i feel the same. you are like the faefolk around the loch, don't you see? and we mayfairs, well, we were born to know them. to follow."
his eyes were satin with reverence. "maybe we have known each other, before."
lestan's heart raced.