Finn leaned back on his elbows, legs stretched out before him. A pretend fae god lounging in the faerie wood, believing that his unnatural beauty would bring the world to his feet. I had to admit, albeit grudgingly, that he was fine looking, far more than most elven males I knew. As if reading my thoughts, those arrogant lips slanted in a flirty smile. “By the come hither look in your eyes—”
