Bagged By The Elf

Cyran The elves frown upon the idea of falling for humans. But Ivy makes me ache for a companion. The moment I spotted her asleep by the tree on Christmas Eve, I knew I had to keep her forever. Perhaps I was too hasty when I magicked her away in my toy sack. Certainly, Santa Claus won't approve when he learns what I've done. Let the law come down on me. Ivy is mine. She's simply ... mine. Ivy As m...