Adrian stared at Darcy for a second before he spoke. “The curse was made by the dark faerie? Since when did the faerie cooperate with the witches? Faerie, whether they are Light or Dark, are far too arrogant to play nice with anyone or anything they believe is below them.”
“Hold up!” Audrey huffed, her hands on her hips, “We witches do not wish to associate with the stuck-up assholes, not the other way around.” Link nodded with her, stamping his approval.
“That’s assuming,” Darcy pointed out quickly, “that the person who did this to you had anything to do with the witches? What if Grandmaster Galilea wasn’t even involved? What if it has been faerie all along?”
“But Grandmaster Galilea skipped town as soon as Adrian was jumped,” Link crossed his arms over his chest. “Make
