Six hundred and thirty-four dollars later, Cress paraded out of the outerwear store like he was in a fashion show. Kate’s grandfather’s coat was rolled into a ball under his arm. Cress had decided he needed the scarf the mannequin wore, too, and the exact pair of sunglasses. “So much for a profitable day.” Kate slid her wallet away. “Well, you wouldn’t let me pay with fairy gold,” Cress said. “It’s your own fault, Human.” “You can’t just pay for something with a handful of rocks! There are rules here, you know.” “You’re too kind-hearted,” he stated. “It’s weak.” “You’re still a monster. It’s
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