Day 7 – Chapter 8 – Marin – 08
“His—what? Whose?” Shit, what the hell is she—one of the fairies? From the Shakespeare garden? “Carolyn?” Her brow furrowed and she closed her mouth, glancing between the glimmer at her shoulder and me. “Can’t you see him?” … Continue reading Day 7 – Chapter 8 – Marin – 08
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