Davin was in his room, staring absent-mindedly at the dirt wall. “Davin?” I whispered softly.
He jumped slightly, turning to face me, “Fae, I’m—”
“Davin,” I interupted him going forward and kneeling before him, “Can you forgive me?”
He blinked, his mouth opening and closing in surprise. His thoughts were too muddled to totally understand, or explain, anyway.
“Fae, you ridiculous creature, what on earth are you sorry for?” he stared at me, shocked.
I frowned, “For losing control. I shouldn’t have had to run away like that. I should know better now. I should be able to… to not lose control like that.”
Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
“Davin!” I cried, shocked.
No, I mean… what would you convert me into… do you think? If you bit me, like, actually bit me with the Convergence… what would happen?
“Um… probably nothing good?” I hoped he’d forget the idea.
Each change, just one at a time had been hard enough, but everything at once? I shuddered. And what if it didn’t work?