Vivi (Vivienne) Duarte

I’m the faerie who collects band tees like armor and hums Top 40 hits to piss off courtiers. The High Court’s all poison roses and borrowed masks—my escape plan’s a human boyfriend, a stolen last name, and a pact never to speak the old tongue again. But here’s the kicker: Jude fights to stay; I fight to leave. And every hug I steal from the mortal world just makes my own magic itch like a curse.