Dragon Born Luna
"I recognize the work of other fae."
A tense silence followed. My mouth watered traitorously as the scent intensified, now I caught whiffs of roasted meat, of Nana Fiona's honey cakes. Cressa's knuckles whitened around her belt.
"We need to cross without touching the trees," I said. "Single file, eyes on the ground."
It took twenty agonizing minutes to navigate the grove's perimeter. By the end, my vision swam with hunger, and Jessa was quietly crying. Only Lyra seemed unaffected, her steps light and precise.
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