CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
BEN TAYLOR
For as much as I had written about fantasy, I had never considered how f*****g weird it was to 1) be in another realm 2) be surrounded by magical beings that could kill you with a snap of their fingers. This wasn’t the first time I’d been to faerie, although at least this time I hadn’t been kidnapped. Just, you know, forced there. By a b***h of a demon, who I could only assume wanted me to get Clark out of this predicament, so she could torture him.
Perhaps it was a little twisted, fooling him into thinking we were working together. But he had brought this on himself when he had made a deal on Emma’s behalf with a demon. He’d bartered with her soul, her life, and her future by doing that. As far as I was concerned, what I was doing was justice.
He woul
