I wait, hoping he’ll add more, but he doesn’t. Simply shoves the folded items into the bag before closing the flap over the top and latching it.
“Where’s your bag?” I ask, looking around the room for another rucksack.
“This is my bag,” he says, hooking it onto his shoulder.
I stare at him, confused. “Then where’s my bag?”
“You don’t have a bag.” His voice is stern.
“What do you mean I don’t have a bag? Do I not need supplies? There’s no way your bag has enough of everything for the both of us.” I give him what I hope is an incredulous look.
He sighs in exasperation and drops the bag, opening it for me to peer inside. “Believe it or not, it actuallydoeshave everything.”
I stare in the bag and with the exception of the few things at the top, the rest of the bag disappears into shadowy darkness. I can’t even see the bottom of the canvas.
“What the?—”
“It’s spelled,” he interrupts.
“How?”
“It’s a type of glamour magic. The bag is essentially bottomless. Never ending. It can fit almost anything and won’t become too heavy to carry.”
“That’s incredible,” I breathe out in awe.
He chuckles as he closes the bag back up and slings it over his shoulder again. “You really are new to all this.”
I huff at his amusement.
“Ready?” He asks.
“As I’ll ever be.”
He leads the way out of the cottage and once we’re far enough down the path, he gives his hand a flourish and it disappears before our eyes.
That’s so cool.I bite my tongue to keep from saying the words aloud, but the smirk on his face tells me he can see them written all over mine.
“So, now that I’m actually Fae, are we able to take a horse now?” I ask, hopeful.
“No,” he states as he turns and carries on down the path.
I blink, waiting for more of an explanation that doesn’t come. “Why not?”
“It’s not safe.”
“But why not?”
He lets out a groan. “It will draw too much attention. Fae or not, the two of us traveling together will draw unwanted eyes.”
“But wh?—”
“Liv. For the love of the gods, leave it.” His voice toes that line of being almost unkindly harsh.
I mumble a quick apology, following closely behind him as we follow the path we took to get here that first night.
After several moments of strained silence, I can’t take it anymore. “After everything, I suppose I should probably tell you my name is actually Olivia.” I think for a moment. “But everyone back home calls me Livi.”
His eyes flick to me briefly and a twitch of his lip. “Olivia, huh?” I nod. “Do you wantmeto call you Livi?”
