“Drake?”
Franbel froze up, he hesitantly turned back and looked at the angry expression on Christa’s face. She was wearing a gray shirt and a black shirt with a holster strapped to her left leg, filled with knives and daggers of different sizes. She tilted her head with disappointment flashing through her eyes, which was very easy to tell, as she didn’t try to hide how she was feeling.
“Why?”
She asked him, he had no answer to her question and kept quiet. Christa could only groan in response, taking his hand, dragging him with her.
“You aren’t meant to be here.”
She said in a disapproving tone, as they walked through the part of Turiy, that had actual buildings for non-fairies’ visitors, as the other races didn’t possess the same physiology as fairies, so Princess Daniella Sharal had
