Daryl was getting closer and closer to said destruction with every passing moment. And Annie's racket at the door wasn't helping. Nor was her apology. He couldn't find anything about the fae easily, not himself, so he moved the pages back to one he had recognized and sat down on it, staring at Annie with a glare that he hoped adequately conveyed his desire for her to come look.
The page was open to a listing of fae known for their cursebreaking ability. Getting their help might be difficult, but if the one in the house wouldn't help, then they'd have to go to someone else. A witch, even. Just someone to remove it. And as much as Daryl might be able to track the girl's scent - or better yet, that asshole fae's - to the other realm, he didn't want to be stuck as a cat the whole time.
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The page was open to a listing of fae known for their cursebreaking ability. Getting their help might be difficult, but if the one in the house wouldn't help, then they'd have to go to someone else. A witch, even. Just someone to remove it. And as much as Daryl might be able to track the girl's scent - or better yet, that asshole fae's - to the other realm, he didn't want to be stuck as a cat the whole time.