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petty_dabblerJohn had shot that fae actor a text to meet up at Poppie's at nine. Wasn't a request, more of a command. John honestly didn't expect him to show.
But he had questions. Questions like why a faerie prince had needed his magic to take care of that body,and why there was another powerful as fuck fae across town. That was too much royal bullshittery for his liking.
But he had questions. Questions like why a faerie prince had needed his magic to take care of that body,and why there was another powerful as fuck fae across town. That was too much royal bullshittery for his liking.
