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“Me what, dog?”
Now I feel like a special snowflake.
A day is all I need to hunt down Eli’s furry ass and then rip him a new one.
Suddenly, I feel like a fool, holding my bag of macarons, waiting for this wicked fae king to do who knows what to the poor soul who lives here.
A shriek sounds from somewhere inside the house, startling me enough to drop my bag of cookies.
It gives a whole new meaning to the fae term under the mountain.
S/o Maas
