Jag crossed the distance that separated them, feeling his blood boil, fire stirring. "What? No." Gently, he raised a hand to cup her face, look into her eyes. Her red-rimmed eyes. "What did you give them?"
This was his fault. He'd told her, and she'd gone and... He would fucking roast this fae. He didn't care if it didn't kill them. He would make it hurt.
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Date: 2019-07-02 07:45 pm (UTC)This was his fault. He'd told her, and she'd gone and... He would fucking roast this fae. He didn't care if it didn't kill them. He would make it hurt.