[50] "Admit what?"

Faye stood on the balcony of Celena’s second floor apartment, looking out at the mortal world she’d known all her life. Gentle winds from a preceding storm pushed against her hair, making it flutter past her pale skin and letting radiant beams of afternoon sunlight reflect against it. She was sure she would have a tan by the end of the day. She’d visited Ethan in his deep slumber a few minutes ago, and seeing him so helpless for the first time in her life, she pitied him. Sleep was calling to her too; she hadn’t slept the night before, after all. She strolled out of the balcony to where Celena had been heating up hot chocolate, and Leith sat on the couch, dozed off.

“Faye, you look exhausted,” Celena had said, looking up.

“I am, truly...” Faye replied, rubbing her sore eyes.

“You should go get some rest,” Celena suggested. “Pick a room and go wild.”