“‘It’ll be easy,’ he said.” I fume as my world tilts to the left…I never knew how truly tall these silver Mudberry trees were until now.
“‘An in and out job,’ he said.” My world tilts to the right…The leaves are so big that they actually create a canopy. My world keeps its inverted look as I continue to sway back and forth in the trap I found myself in with each irritated movement I make. That gloma prince said that there would only be one Gremlin in Meloda Forest. Not a whole bloody pack! He is a gloma, a freaking idiot! And all this for a dagger, as if he doesn’t have enough already.
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The Rebel Fae 