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WYATT
What the f**k was Farrah doing? Did she have a death wish? Or maybe she was as scared of marrying the evil prince as she told me. Regardless, she crept up closer, her gaze intent on the fae around the cage.
She quickly took two fae out, the ones that were more far apart, opening a gap on the circle from where she could sneak in. She kept low to the ground, moving very slowly so not to make a sound, though I was sure the rapid beating of my heart was loud enough for everyone in the clearing to hear.
When she finally reached the cage, I couldn’t even yell at her. I glared at her, but she didn’t pay me any attention. She simply held on to the ice bars and started working her magic on it.
Meanwhile, my heartbeat sped up some more and I glanced around, keeping an eye on the other
