Violet had no idea what to expect when she walked into the pixies' home. She thought there would be some kind of structure or something, anything to show she'd crossed into their world. But the moment they stepped through the barrier, nothing seemed to change.
It was still the same forest. If anything, it seemed like the pixies hadn't built a kingdom at all. They had simply claimed a piece of the forest as theirs.
And right in the middle of it all, was still Roman lounging on a couch made entirely of blossoms, looking far too comfortable, as if he'd just been crowned their king.
Violet wanted to walk over and drag him out of that flowery throne herself, but it seemed far too easy. And if the Fae had taught her anything already, it was that nothing in this realm ever was easy. There was probably a ward around him, or some sort of charm waiting for her to rush in. She was no idiot.
