“So you have had consorts then?” Renwick’s cheeks dimpled as Rua’s face heated. “I don’t see how that is any of your business, but yes, some,” she snapped. “Not very good ones it seems.” Renwick chuckled at her sneering face, a hearty, deep laugh that had her stomach flipping even as she bared her teeth. “You’ve never been with a fae before.” “Nor do I want to,” she hissed. Those dimples appeared again, along with a flicker of delight. “Liar.”
