Don't worry. I'm above ego-inflation. ( can't he see? can't he tell the wear of time in her eyes, in her tone, on her face? she's not much older, but she's ancient. she's turning eighteen in a week. her life is so different from before. allison's dead... everything has changed. )

It's the faeries. They don't care when in your life they pluck you from. And they don't care if it matches the people you know. ( lydia's lips form a fine line. ) Where are you? Have you figured out which court you're in yet?