He shrugged. ‘I once decided in the span of roughly three seconds I was going to drag you home with me, if you recall. I’m not going to be the one to object here.’ Right. That dazzlingly quick fae mind again. ‘A bout of improvised kidnapping that could admittedly have turned out worse,’ I said, aiming for lightness and reaching none of it through the landslides of my thoughts. ‘Best decision of my life,’ he corrected softly.
