107- But It Turns Out Horns And Trauma Are My Type

KACIA

After Kaspar Haymish storms off in a flurry of green and gold, robes flapping like an offended peacock. I keep my smile fixed until he vanishes into the crowd, then finally let myself exhale.

“Well, that could have gone worse.” I murmur under my breath. Oz chuckles low beside me, but befor...

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