Artemisia

As soon as she has finished her sentence, I don’t even need to feel the overpowering rage that swaps from him to know that this is going to be bad. The feeling of fire creeps up my legs, expanding in my body. It risks suffocating me as I see Fynn grabbing Daisy by her throat. “What baby?”

“Fynn, no,” I shout, getting up to get him to release her. “There is no baby. She means future baby.”

I see the fairy girl running out in shock and hope she’s going to fetch ...