Once magic is free, who is to stop the monsters from coming out again? Who is to stop you?” A spear of ice shot through her heart. Monster. It truly had been horror and revulsion that she’d seen on his face that day she revealed her Fae form in the other world—the day she’d cleaved the earth and called down fire to save him, to save Fleetfoot. Yes, there would always need to be checks against any sort of power, but … Monster. She wished he’d struck her instead.
I HATE YOU SO MUCH
