Prince Elphar cocks an amused brow, but Delsheen sneers at me. “You’re actually bragging about living like a pig? You really are half human,” she snickers. “At least I don’t have wings that look like hairy flapjacks.” She bristles. “At least I’m not bare-back and useless,” she fires back. “Only the lowliest of fae have no wings.” “You didn’t always have wings,” I remind her. “Who agreed to shack up with you for life, anyway? I’d like to offer my condolences.” Furious, she tosses her napkin down on her plate. “Why, you little—” “Ladies, ladies,” Prince Elphar interjects. “Play nice.”
