“For all I know, my family might come and steal me back. They’ve already gotten what they wanted from our arrangement, after all,” I warned him. I wouldn’t put it past my mother to demand something dramatic like that, as upset as she had been about “losing me” to a non-fae. He leaned closer, every muscle in his body tensing as his fingers gripped the armrest tightly, and a primal kind of possessiveness flared behind his eyes. “I’d like to see them try.”
