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But I’m already turning away, stumbling, my sodden skirts clinging to my legs, tripping me up.
“Selina!” he shouts, “Selina, come back!”
“Never!” I shout as I start to run through the woods, my hand closing around the pendant, my steps echoing inside my head. “You can go to the hells for all I care.”
He’s Fae, I repeat to myself as I make my way back to the palace.Good riddance
