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My fingers close over the sword’s hilt, and a wicked smile blossoms on my face. I can fucking glamour fairies. Hold on to your tits, world. Callie. Is. Back.
“You’ve done it, cherub,” Des says, surveying the frozen fairies. “You’ve become someone to fear.”
“Leave God out of this, cherub. He has nothing to do with it.”