Fifty-Eight
Hook
My daughter had tricked me. Tricked me, and stabbed me, and now I was in the last place that I should have been. The Faerie Palace. I woke to find not my daughter, but Oberon, in the room watching me. He sat in a chair across from the bed that I was in with a bored, haughty expression on his face.
“You know your daughter tells me that you and Emma have what’s called true love,” he said, “I don’t believe it.”
I rolled my eyes, grunting from the pain that still pierced my body from when I’d been stabbed. My daughter could have had me healed at any point. She chose not to because she didn’t want to have me at my full strength. Neither, I suspected, did Oberon. Because even though I didn’t have a single, magical, bone in my body I still could have kicked bo
