109- Because I Said ‘You Owe Me’ as a Joke, Now He Lives Here

OZ

The world slams back into place, hard enough that I stagger. My vision swims. The sickly sweetness of fae magic lingers in my nose, burning all the way down my throat, and my body tenses instinctively, braced for a fight. But the fight never comes. Instead, I find myself staring at familiar w...

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