The iron chain presses cold and rough in my clenched fist, a fragile thread keeping me alive. Fingers purple with lack of circulation, my eyes skim over the pale, thin sheet of paper written on in delicate crimson.
Soft, frigid breath brushes my neck as the faerie circles me, every movement filled with inhuman gracefulness.
“Do you understand the deal, human?” She steps forward, her voice smoot...
