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Chapter 14
14 WYATT Since we crossed the border into the Frost Court, Farrah had a bounce to her step, her shoulders seemed lighter, her expression relaxed. It was like the snow and ice were her water and food and air, and she needed them to live. Before, she was just trying to survive. As we walked parallel to an icy road, hidden behind the frozen trees that flanked the road, Farrah explained a little more about the fae realm. The fae king, Prince Lark’s father, was evil and powerful. Ruthless. He wasn’t afraid of killing his enemies, or his subjects, in cold blood if they all didn’t follow his rules. And one of those rules was no other race, supernatural or not, should cross over to the fae realm. Which meant, Ariella and I had to be extra careful not to be caught. But as we advanced to the he
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