14. Chapter Fourteen
14. Chapter Fourteen Alec The troll is a lanky fellow, with a hunched back and skin that’s covered in green pustules. His wide face holds beady eyes. A small tuft of yellow hair juts from atop his head. Four small tusks stick out from his lower jaw, two on either side of his mouth. He holds a large club in his right hand. “Kill Elle,” grumbles the troll. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a fresh handful of rubies. “That won’t happen.” A surge of power surrounds Elle. It’s like the electric sense of lightning before a storm. She’s pulling in magic and a lot of it. I set my hand on Elle’s forearm. “Not safe,” I whisper. A thin cloud of fairy dust collects around Elle’s hand. She stares at the enchanted mist that swirls around her fingers. “I can’t just stand here.” “I won’t let yo
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