Property of the King’s
She looked small, pale, and fragile under the dim lantern light—just a frightened Fae girl trying to survive in a world ruled by monsters.
"Here is the blanket, Aura," I said gently, stepping across the room and placing the warm wool over her knees.
Aura looked up, her dark eyes shiny with unshed tears. "You're so good to me, Nova. I don't deserve it."
"We deserve to be safe," I corrected her softly, sitting down on the edge of the mattress beside her. "All of us."
Aura swallowed hard, looking down at her hands as she pulled the blanket tight around her shoulders. I could see the battle warring behind her eyes—the genuine warmth she felt for me clashing against the dark terror buried deep in