C19 Avery

Golden and russet leaves crunched under my boots as I hiked through the woods. Months ago, if someone had told me I’d be tromping toward Unseelie lands to save a Fae, I’d have thought them insane. Guess I was the crazy one now. Crazy for three Fae. My heart warmed at the thought of my men. I missed them already, but my mind kept drifting to Darrius’ pale form and how I had to save him