Chapter 5
“Living in the Bronx of New York City does something to a girl. You have to become hard in order to survive. There is no room for weakness because the weak become prey, and prey die. I have seen some very questionable things where I am from, but none so questionable as the tragedy before me, nor any as hilarious.” ~ Stella
“Is there anything you can do to help him?” the pixie king asked the three healers. Stella knew that he could see in their faces that they didn’t have a clue how to help his brother, but like any fool wishing for the unattainable, he asked anyway.
“Put him out of his misery?” Stella finally spoke up. She saw Heather nod from the corner of her eye and Anna made an mmm-hmm sound.
“Kill him?” Ainsel asked and his voice jumped an octave.
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