When a cushion of air presses against my nose and forehead, I turn my attention back to the Glacin. “I won’t leap in.” He doesn’t rein back his air-magic. I straighten and pop one hand on my hip. “Even if I did, I’m a Crow, not a Serpent, so I doubt they’d enjoy my taste. Not to mention, I’m essentially unkillable.” “Perhaps, but I’m Fae and—in spite of my amulet—very killable.”
