14
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 you expose yourself.
