“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Put me down!”
Díograsach shouted as he squirmed and tried to get out of Maeve’s hold, something that probably wasn’t smart because if he did somehow manage to get free, he would fall 5 feet down. But hey, no one would ever accuse
Díograsach of being intelligent.
The faerie laughed lazily at the short demon, holding him up by his legs as she fluttered around the area outside her shop. “Stop messing with my organization and maybe I will.”
“What organization? You’re the single most disorganized person I’ve ever met!”
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