Between Decisions (The City Between, #8)

by W.R. Gingell

And now that I knew how seriously the insult got under his skin, I wouldn’t be able to use it again. Waste of a good insult, that.

Had he, like the other fae I knew, completely underestimated humans to the point that he hadn’t expected me to come back, or had he simply thought that I was under the thumb enough—or just not stupid enough—to try and get back in? Well, if so, the joke was on him, because I was definitely stupid enough to come back in.