Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx.
George heaved a great sigh, dragging a hand over his face.
âRebeccaâŠdo you recall when your mother was pregnant with Orin?â he asked. âI donât suppose you do.â
Rebecca frowned in thought, then shook her head.
âNot very well,â she said. âI would have only been around eight years old at the time. But I remembered she was bedridden during the last couple of months, wasnât she?â
âShe nearly died.â George replied, and Amelia visibly flinched. Clearly, she remembered that time far better than Rebecca did. âShe would have died, and perhaps Orin too⊠if I had not made a bargain with the fae.â
Rebecca gasped.
âThe fae?â she said, her face going white. âBut thatâs â father, theyâre so dangerous! You canât trust them!â