"Let's start with the fae." He pushed to his feet, strode toward the sink, and dropped his bowl in with a loud clatter.

With fluid movements. Not his usual stiffness at all. I must've really healed him last night.

He turned. "You're bent on ending fae power, but why? So you don't have to hack into their computer programs anymore? End winter so you can grow a garden at the back of your house which you haven't left in two years?"

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