Chapter 8
We made our way through the fading twilight towards the forest beyond the city. Alafaire had guided Matilda home and left her with leftover stew, then took my hand in hers, saying the king of the forest could “tie up loose ends.” My heart quivered in my chest, feeling on the brink of dissolving for what must have been the thousandth time that day.
The unicorn faded into sight soon after entering the welcoming canopy of darkness. Alafaire bowed her head to him, and I followed suit a second later. “If you’ve come to negotiate your price,” the unicorn boomed, “it is in vain. A hundred tarnished souls and no less are needed.”
“You never really were going to cleanse me of desire,” Alafaire said, crossing her arms.
“It is what we agreed upon; I keep my word,” he said.
Puckering he
