EDINA POV
Feena sat at the table in a lilac-purple dress, soft silk draped over her slender frame. Delicate. Beautiful. A book rested in one hand, a drink in the other—tea or wine, I wasn’t sure. Probably wine, knowing how these fae worked.
I walked toward her slowly and took the seat opposite hers. She looked up briefly, offered me a small smile, then went right back to reading.
“Hi,” I offered awkwardly.
“Hi,” she replied, her green eyes meeting mine. Too familiar. Too much like his. I looked away quickly.
“I’m, uh…” I tucked a few strands of my own messy blonde hair behind my ear and sighed. “I’m sorry about last time. I wasn’t… nice.”
Her smile widened. “Thank you. And honestly, I understand. All of this has to be hard for you. I didn’t take it personally.”
She set her book aside and exhaled softly, like she’d been holding her breath waiting for me to just come around. “I’ve been hoping you’d talk to me.”
I smiled back. Something about her felt easy. Kind. I would’ve been furious
