It was a risk to take that flippant tone, but it paid off when he smiled slightly. Maybe if I amused him, he would let me go. “I’m afraid the gossips give me powers I don’t possess,” he said dryly. “You are free to think about me whenever—and however—you wish.” Curse faeries and their insinuations. I hoped he wouldn’t notice my blush in the darkness. “Your turn,” I said.
