“I think it’s romantic!” Geraldine gushed, cupping her chin in her hands. “A shamed, repulsive Fae professor claiming a princess when the whole world would rather he didn’t.” “Geraldine,” Darcy hissed. “Forgive me, my lady. Have I spoken out of turn?” she gasped. “Don’t call him repulsive,” Darcy insisted. “Oh my holy biscuit box!” Geraldine gasped. “Forgive me, dear Darcy. I shall pick a more fitting word in future. Ghastly perhaps? Or abominable? Maybe the word pugnacious would be more to your tastes?”
