“Faerie food can trap a human on Faerie soil for a lifetime, but I think you are forgetting one very important thing,” she said, leaning forward slightly. She rested her elbow on her knee, placing her chin in her hand as the leg crossed over the other one bounced. The delicate, cruel heel of her shoe glittered in the light, looking more like a weapon than footwear. “You, Little Mouse, are not human.”
