Happy birthday to THE Paige Mahoney Underqueen of the Scion Citadel of London, Black Moth, and Nashira's favourite talking point in therapy. No one got them shaking in their boots like you queen! Keep doing you 😌✨
“Do you mind it?” I asked softly. “Being linked to me?”
The silence rang with something I recognized.
“No.” His voice was a shadow. “It roots me again. You remind me what it is to have a home.”
A laugh escaped me. “Dreamwalkers are rootless. Scion wants me dead because I have no anchor.” I traced his stone-cut features. “If you make me your home, you’ll wander forever.”
“I am not known for my wise choices, Paige Mahoney.”
❝I understood now. Far too late, I had solved the riddle Arcturus had given me. His dreamscape. The red drapes in his mind that only a dreamwalker could see...❞