Bound to the Wild Fae (Fortune Favors the Fae, #3)

by Tavia Lark

“Are we lost?” Folly asks, voice high with barely suppressed hysteria. Even the air smells wrong, thick and dizzyingly floral. “I wouldn’t say we’re lost,” Yarrow hedges. “I just don’t know where we are. Why do forests all look the same at night?”