The Road to Red Fern
Her grin should not have been able to grow wider.
Yet it did, unnaturally so, as if someone had taken a razor to her cheeks. It made her smile a great gash across her features, a gaping wound with pointed teeth.
"You'd ask a Child of the Wild Hunt if she will join you when you blow the horns?"
Blessedly, she put the horrible smile away, her grin reverting to something they could at least believe belonged on a mortal face.
"Yes, yes I will fulfill my debt to you in tracking down this fugitive. Who, and what, are they?"
They might have noted that she didn't not ask what the fugitive had been accused of doing. If they had guessed that she didn't really care?
They would have been right.
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