When we were blighted with our blood curse thousands of years ago, you were definitely dinner. But never slaves.” The blood curse. The one he’d spoken of before, back in the halls of the Winter Palace. He’d said the sharp canines the Fae still possessed were a remnant of that curse. Were their children born with them, though? Or had Kingfisher been alive then? Had he suffered under the curse and then been freed from it? Every Fae I’d seen had elongated teeth, so I doubted that was the case.
