Branwen POVI'm still in the tree. Still trying to decide if I'm a lunatic or a genius. My arse is numb. My thighs are cramping. Two very dangerous, very sexy bastards are pacing the forest somewhere below me, plotting how to make me theirs like I'm the last sweetcake at a harvest fair.I shift slightly on the branch and exhale through my nose, steady and slow. My options are...1. Stay here until they get bored (unlikely).2. Climb down and risk capture (ha, no).3. Float the fuck away like a glorified leaf and hope I don't die mid air.Yeah, that last one sounds just stupid enough to be my best shot. I start running through my mental spellbook, sifting between charms, illusions, wardings. Nothing explosive, yet. Just something light, subtle and quiet.Finally, I settle on it, Weightless Drift. Haven't used it since I was a teenager learning air spells with the moss-coven, but it should work, if I don't panic halfway through and plummet like a sack of potatoes. "Alright then," I whis
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