Kinsley
I look up at Scott from the kitchen table, amused by him opening every drawer and cabinet. He is throwing various things into a backpack and seems stressed.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” I ask with my mouth filled with food. Scott is surprisingly good at making pancakes. They are incredibly fluffy.
“I’m packing a bag so we can leave this place as soon as you’re done eating. You’re not safe in the fairy city,” he looks down at me and runs a hand through his red hair. “Honestly, I don’t understand how you can be so calm.”
I breathe a laugh. “Should I not be calm?”
An amused smile spreads over his sly lips. “No, you shouldn’t be calm at all because I know you overheard me arguing with Zoya. You know that she wishes to eat you and that she is batshit crazy. She is also one of tho
