"Look, it's not the first time someone manipulated me into bed and fucked me to get what they wanted. It's shitty, but I'll get over it, so let it go." Silas stares at me for a solid seven seconds, unblinking. Then he snarls, baring his teeth, and— He has fangs. Huh. Those are new. "What?" he roars. I tip my head. "Do all blood fae have retracting fangs? That's—" "What do you mean, someone manipulated you into bed? Who the fuck did that to you?"
