Thomas ran. The majority of his life had been running. Running away from being the second son of a tradesman on the brink of poverty. Running away from his thievery from his grandparents. Running away from the string of failed business ventures that had almost taken his life.
The Fae deal had stopped him from running. For a time. Ryleth had taken him on, singling him out to assist her. And that had been good. For a while. But he was still a slave. He couldn’t be a slave forever.



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