same fate—or if he’d found the gremlins responsible. He was grateful the Gnome King hadn’t known because if the few short years with a beating heart had taught Tin anything, it was that emotions made a mess of everything. It was a welcomed event when Oz’s magic wore off and his heart solidified again. Dorothy could keep her wretched thing thumping in her chest. At least until Lion got ahold of her. “And this fae doesn’t give a fuck.” Tin ground his teeth. “We have to get off the road before we’re seen, unless you want to be ripped apart by the night beasts tonight.”
