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“An Oshellith is a type of butterfly,� he called as he went.
“Because she is moonlight. The mist that shrouds the mountains. The bite of electricity in the air before a storm. The smoke that rolls across a battlefield before the killing starts. You have no idea what she is. What she could be. You should call her Majesty.�
“How long have you known I was here?� He smiled sadly. “I always know where you are, Little Osha.�
“Have you heard about the fire at the circus?� I paused for dramatic effect. “It was in tents. Get it? In tents.�
“Human, Fae, or vampire. It doesn’t matter how long you live, Saeris; you will always be most sacred to me.�
