Chapter 42 – Sharp
- About two hours later, Anton and I are…probably drunker than we should be.
- But we just sit quietly on the very fancy day bed that Laila conjured out on the terrace, staring up at the three moons hanging in the sky, each of us thinking hard.
- “Do you seriously think I’m a Selkie?” Anton murmurs, his brows knit together in thought.