The Exorcism of Faeries: a dark academia romance

But the body slipped from her grip, thunking to the asphalt as Atta hissed a curse. They’re busy.” And they didn’t need Agamemnon Society’s fucking lackey weasling around. “Yes, yes.” Lynch waved a hand dismissively. “In and out, mate.” Sonder flipped his middle finger at the bastard’s back. Atta wildly threw black salt at the vapour, reciting broken bits of her prayer, her spell, her enchantment—whatever the hell it was. He finally managed to get it off of her, but her chest didn’t move.