C29 Avery

I covered my head, curling in on myself as Darrius, Malcolm, and Simeon’s punches slammed into me. This was my punishment for not having faith in any Fae. In not believing that some of them, even the Unseelie, could be good.

Something along both sides of my back ruptured, knocking back my men.

My flesh felt like acid had been poured along my spine. I cried out, the pain making all reason flee