CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
LOUISA ENDLESS
I tumbled, hard, out through the gate. So hard that I thought that my leg might have been broken because of the pain that pierced through me. “Where the f*****g hell did you come from?” Ben asked.
“Faerie,” I replied, blinking to try to keep the tears back, “what are you still doing here?”
“You said to protect the gate, so I did,” he said.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I said softly, so overwhelmed by the gesture that I momentarily forgot about the pain. Until I accidentally moved my ankle a little bit.
“Come on.” He carried a lantern, that he placed temporarily onto the ground Then he picked both me and the lantern up, carrying me bridal style.
“Don’t you have a life you have to get back to?” I asked.
“I’m a writer,” he reminded me, “as long
