thinking about the party when Cylvan forced him to eat fairy fruit. “I’m…” he said nervously. “I’m actually… feeling better already, I don’t think I need… Maybe some rest was good enough, I don’t know if I have to…”
I’m glad that this book acknowledged that fucked up scene. Usually most faerie books would paint a scene like that as expected of the asshole fae love interest to show how “wicked” they really are, and then immediately forget about it.
