She tugged him toward her sled. “Just try it once,” she begged. “Please? You won’t regret it.” Cress yanked his arm back. “Absolutely not.” “Cress.” Why did she have to say his name like that? A foot came against his back, and Cress was shoved forward. He whipped around to glare at Mor. The curly-haired fairy winked. “How insufferable,” Cress muttered as he marched toward the sled after all. “I’ll try it only one time.”
