Page 97 of Partnering with the Artist

I’ll work on that alongside the corrections my editor’s sent me over the next few weeks, then.

Another thought occurs. “Maelin?”

She responds with a soft sound.

I ask, “Who’s going to be our handler?”

She hefts a massive sigh, and says, “NotMorana. Maybe Kaleb.”

Kaleb would do an excellent job. Viktor, too, but he’s recognizable. And would ponder where he went wrong as a parent.

Flits of emotions dance about in my chest. “I think I’m excited,” I murmur. “This is going to be so much fun.”

“Anything with you is fun.”

The flits turn violent, and I’m not sure they’re mere indicators of excitement anymore. No. This feeling dredges deeper, grasping hold of my soul.

It’s getting easier to identify.

I recognize it a little more each day…

Becauselove…feels likethis.

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