I don’t like him.” Saeward leaned into Sawyer, pressing the long, solid length of himself along Sawyer’s back. “You don’t know him. First impressions aren’t everything.” Sawyer sighed. He supposed you couldn’t judge a book by its cover… or a fairy prince by the size of his crown. Guardian or not, though, he was going to make the prince pay for that fetch thing. He just had to think of a really good way to do it.
