Court Of Sins And Twilight
Not a word until I’m settled.
The blonde smiles at me warmly, and to her credit, it looks genuine. “Hi,” she says. “Feena. Baelorin’s twin.”
Twin. Huh.
I glance sideways at him, taking in the sharp line of his jaw, the way his hair tumbles a little too perfectly over his brow. He doesn’t even glance up as he scoops another bite of food.
Makes sense. Although I wondered why they had different hair.
“Edina,” I reply evenly, keeping my face smooth as I eye the plate in front of me. Turkey limbs, spiced vegetables, buttery beans, a side of thick curry, and—of course—wine. Because apparently, nothing screams breakfast like alcohol for faeries.
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