“I thought you weren’t going to start a war with the Dark until after you had a day to think,” Mor said. “Those were your words, Cress.” “I provoked them so the human could get away. Now for the love of the sky deities, at least hold your faeborn-cursed punches!” Cress complained. “Well, that explains it.” Mor nodded. “I’m relieved you were just protecting your fairy crush like any weak-minded, irrational, possessive male.” Pure and fresh sarcasm. “I was worried you were trying to take on the whole Dark army by yourself like a fool.”
