Troll Or Derby, A Fairy Wicked Tale - Plot & Excerpts
Did she not understand she was mine? Of course not. Why would she?Her eyes were full of questions, but I had no time to explain. The crowd had dissipated, but I knew for certain there would be rhinomen, trolls, ogres, and other derelicts of the fae persuasion on us in no time. Surely Jag had been alerted the moment his baby boy hit the ground.“Help me, Deb.” I took Dave by one wrist, and she reluctantly took him by the other. Together, we pulled him out of the stall, and through the filthy cobblestone paved aisle.I don’t know why it bothered me so much, but she wasn’t as hurt by the iron as I’d expected.There was no doubt in my mind she was fae. Full fae? Part troll? I wasn’t sure, but she had the shadow of dark, looming wings fledging out all around her when under attack. I could see the aura, and it was only a matter of time before her wings appeared. I wondered if she could feel them. I wondered if I could touch them.But that was sentimental thinking and not at all getting us where we needed to go—which was out.
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