Seeing Quinn in his shooting stance, my mind races again. How do I broach the topic of my displeasure at his behavior towards Holden? Just be honest. It has always served you well. Taking in and releasing a deep breath, I descend to the field.
“I thought perhaps a troll absconded with you, cousin.” Quinn lowers his bow.
“I was enjoying my walk with Mother too much to return to the castle.”
“You are more patient than I believe I could be.”
“Do you not think yourself a patient person? You seem to love your father. I cannot imagine you do not feel even more love for your mother.”
“I believed myself to be a patient fae before coming here.” He hooks an arrow in his bow string.
Lifting my quiver and bow from the ground, I ready my arrow as well. “And now, cousin? Tell me. You do not seem happy anymore.”
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