CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
LOUISA ENDLESS
He hadn’t turned me to stone, like I thought that he would. Instead, he had placed me in the tower, the same one that Emma had been held hostage in. Outside, there was a living, breathing fae’s head watching me.
Because I was the gatekeeper, I had spent more time in fae than any of my siblings. Chasing sheep. Looking for lost children. Retrieving potions and herbs to end curses. But each time, I was used to coming, and going as I pleased.
For the first time, I was a prisoner.
He left me alone, not even saying so much as a word to me. In the morning, there were meals left, and at night, there were meals again. But I had little to no human interaction. Only the fae head to stare at.
I wasn’t sure how many days I had been there when, finally, ther
