For the second time since we sat down to dinner, Renfis nearly choked on his drink. He spun in his seat, giving Fisher a scandalized look that said, Really? I’m sitting right fucking here, but Fisher paid him no heed. On the other hand, I nearly keeled over and died. Because if Ren’s superior Fae senses could hear what Fisher was whispering to me, then he could also scent how his friend’s words were affecting me as well, and… and gods, I would never live down the shame. I wouldn’t admit it to myself, would never allow the thought to take shape, but my body wasn’t as accomplished at lying as my
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