Kaison dips over to me. “Whatever you are thinking, it is giving your already low-key expression a murderous edge.” I’m sure he is making the whisper look romantic, like a stolen moment between us. “So help me, fae lords, if you tell me to smile, I will remove your testicles with a blunt, rusty spoon,” I whisper. A beat. “Fair enough,” he says, leaning back and looking as unperturbed as before.
