“I’m not sure I understand what you mean by that, my prince.” He leaned in, breath ghosting over my cheek. “Call me Drustan. And I think you do understand, Kenna.” He pulled back just enough for our eyes to meet. I fell into those gray irises, molten silver in the torchlight. “Bold but clever is a rare combination.” My heart wasn’t working properly. Neither were my knees, which wavered. I clenched my fists in my skirt as if that would keep me standing upright. “I wish faeries would just say what they mean instead of talking around it.” Drustan let out a surprised-sounding laugh, then
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