Chapter 11 11- Do Not Agree To Dance With A Fae.

LOTTIE

We return to the ballroom and drift toward a long table overflowing with food and crystal decanters.

“Can I get you a drink? Or something to eat?” Lord Rowl offers smoothly. I narrow my eyes at him.

“I can get myself something to drink,” I reply primly, remembering Gran’s rules. Before he...

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