Chapter 42 42- Never Ask A Fae What They Want From You.

LOTTIE

I whirl around. Standing a few metres away is a woman who definitely wasn't there a second ago. The guardian, I'm guessing. She's small, no taller than I am, and somehow she blends into the forest without disappearing into it. Her hair is exactly the same rich brown as the tree trunk behi...

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