The Many Worlds of K. A. Webb

Another missing person. Sighing, I looked down at the picture I’d been given. Like the others she was a teenage girl, who’d become more secretive recently, and that told me exactly what I was dealing with. Even though Willow had made it obvious anyone using the humans around them would be punished harshly that didn’t stop it. Far too many of them didn’t give a damn what she said, because, to them, she wasn’t the true Queen. Instead she was someone standing in the way of a true monarch, one who would make the right choices. If they found out she’d come to me, to ask for my help, they would have been even more determined to take her throne from her. Unlike them she understood. Being human meant my people trusted me, and, slowly, word had passed from one parent to the next. I was the person to come to if they needed help to find a lost child.

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