“Only born creatures in my realm from henceforth. No made monstrosities.” “It is your realm,” the King said, sweeping into an impossibly elegant bow. “I will respect your wishes as its creatrix.” Baba Yaga stared at the King for a moment longer before her gaze slid to Raegan. “I will admit he is very charming,” the witch said. “For an abomination.”
