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Queen Morgan of the Summer Courts
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"Where are they?" Queen Morgan heard a whisper over her head as the creature gradually descended to her eye level.
Her eyes widened in shock.
\That voice didn't belong to Kotar... to Beelzebub at all.
She would have either slayed this enemy with the obsidian swords she held in her hand or retreated away from him so fast before he could say another word but unfortunately, she didn't do any of these things.
She couldn't move as she stared on his pointed shoes, the bottom hem of his silver-grey cloak flitting around him as he flapped his demon wings, and the fine adornments on his waist and broad chest.
Bones. Faerie bones to be exact.
Jagged.
The white Iivory was stained with fresh blood.