THE BURNT FACE LUNA
I stumbled, my legs turning to jelly in the thick honey.
Clovis caught me, her arms strong and steady. "Careful, little one. You are a young deer learning to walk. It will take time."
As she held me, the other fairies began to move again. They swarmed around us, their hands reaching out to touch my glowing skin, their voices rising in a melodic, wordless chant. It was a sensual, overwhelming press of bodies—the scent of honey and pheromones making my head spin. They were sharing their strength with me, their magic flowing into my tired limbs.
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