Or maybe he just rediscovered his humanity,” Niten said quietly. “Maybe someone reminded him that he is human first, immortal second.”
“You said as if you are speaking from personal experience,” Perenelle said.”
“I am,” he said softly. “There was a time when I was . . . wild.”
“What happened?”
He smiled. “I met a redheaded Irish warrior.”
“And fell in love?” she teased.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.

Autore: Michael Scott