I can still hear her voice in my mind from the party when I was fucking the fae on the dais: Stop or I’ll die. I’m not even sure if she realized the gravity of her words. And now even the brief relief I’d found in the Below is lost to me. I shake my head, angry. She doesn’t control me. I am at no one’s mercy, I remind myself. But the longer I spend around her, the harder and harder it is to believe.
