Howl
Between her unblemished hands is a green handmade card. Farley laughs, relieved. He'd forgotten he packed that! Thank Salazar it's that Ulyssa found first!
"You kept this?"
Farley lowers his gaze, suddenly embarrassed. "Yeah."
"Why?" she asks, now standing centimeters away from him.
He looks between her and the sparkly 'Happy Birthday!' scrawled across the front of the card she still holds. "I never stopped loving you," he mumbles. "Even after Opal, Alexis, and Chip came into the picture."
Ulyssa's eyes turn soft, but her voice is teasing as she says, "You're such a sap, Farley Goyle."
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