“I’m not going to hurt her,” the grey fairy shouted back. “Worry about them.”
He meant her brothers, the Summer fae that knew this child was more Winter than one of them.
“Don’t let them hurt her,” she said more quietly, feeling her mind clouding. The block that kept the child from freezing her from within had thinned at birth. She was becoming numb.
“Get her!”
The grey fairy disappeared, taking the infant. She didn’t feel it as her brothers tore her apart.
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