The more they stood there, the less Macklyn liked the fact that there were two Erics. His own was more full of life, literally and figuratively. The fairy blood had given him something he hadn't had in a long while. It seemed to the fairy that the other Eric truly was a phantom. A ghost, haunting them here and now.
What words were there other than the ones he had said already? He turned his gaze from the phantom to his mate and back again. More unsettled than he already had been.