"Come on Mig, don't be such a party pooper! You promised!" Grace grinned, her eyes flashing gold. "You said you'd come with me! Don't you wanna summon some fairies?! I'm sure I got it right this time, besides, you can't break your promise. I'll bind it to you if you try to walk away."
The world was way too fucking loud today. And it was giving Miguel a headache. Would going out with Grace to the woods probably help? Yeah. But he didn't want to move from his seat on the porch. That and Grace's plans had a way of going much differently than planned.
"Do your fucking worst…" he mumbled.









