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Layla
I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before. I had been so excited with the possibilities … of course the fae didn’t have the damn medallion. If he did, he wouldn’t be here, would he? No one ended up in this land willingly. And if they did, it was only for three seconds.
I was so stupid.
Still, a foreign feeling tugged at my chest. Should I have saved him anyway? He was locked in those dungeons, all alone and probably being prepared to be served as a fresh meal to those horrible ogres. And I had left him there to die.
No, the fae was not my concern. I had too many problems as it was. I didn’t need to add to the pile, especially not with a stranger.
Putting those thoughts aside, I let out a long sigh and glanced at the darkening sky as I walked back to my cottage. The two
