"If I'm really lucky, it will never have to feel real to you," she answers, her voice softer as he draws nearer. "And who knows, maybe the witches where you live are better at this than the Church of Night. I don't think they even try to be subtle." She's teasing, a little, because she feels lighter for having said it all, for his thumb on her face.

"I'm going to believe you, then," she whispers.