Harper
Elves don’t exist.
They don’t jump out of portals in the middle of the motor vehicle office looking like the god of thunder and claiming that I’m the chosen one to save the elven world. But that’s exactly what happened. Aaran is a pointy-eared magic-wielding elf, and he’s hard to say no to.
Then there’s the fact that I can’t get my own life together enough to renew my driver’s license before it expires. How am I supposed to fight a witch queen and save his world? He must have the wrong Jersey Girl.
Aaran
My job is to get the human woman and bring her back to Domhan, just as the oracle commanded. Caring was not part of the deal. I shouldn’t have healed her mother, but my world is doomed, and once Harper says she won’t help, what does it matter if I expend all my magic? It seemed like the right thing to do. I didn’t do it to sway her decision, but when it does and she agrees to help me, I can’t say no.
The oracle said that Harper’s magic was strong but untapped. I pray they’re right or we’ll never make it past the witch queen’s minions waiting to destroy us.
