Chapter 9 9- Never Insult A Fae’s Garden. Never Praise It Too Much Either.

LOTTIE

The second my fingers close around his hand, he hisses. It’s sharp. Instinctive. He yanks his hand away from mine as if I’ve burned him, which, technically, I have. And just like that, my mind clears. The haze vanishes. The warmth. The pull. The almost intoxicating desire to lean closer. ...

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