“Yellow Bell. I’m not bringing you up on a fucking fortress wall to throw catapults into a fae army.” She leans away with a frown. “And why not?” Fucking hell. This woman. I shake my head in frustration. “You don’t go onto the actual battlegrounds. I’m not arguing with you about this.” “There’s nothing to argue,” she argues. “We stay together. We don’t want to worry about each other, so
This woman is an idiot
