Whatever had broken in me was like a dam. Recklessness poured through, submerging all the fear. I weaved through the crowd, touching anyone I could along the way. It was so light, so swift, that many of them had no idea. Flavors coated my tongue. One male thought he was surrounded by bees and actually ran from the room. Another faerie stared at an empty corner, his expression etched in horror. For the first time since escaping the goblins, I felt powerful. Decades ago, Nightmares were the most feared race. The fae had been unwise to forget.
Fuck yeah
