“How dare you—?” “Stop,” I say. He freezes. “This is—” “What I do,” I say. I step in close as he flashes me a hateful look. “I am a siren. I glamour people—and now, thanks to the lilac wine Des gave me, I can glamour fairies as well. “I can glamour you.” My eyes drop to his lips. “It doesn’t matter that you’re a king or a powerful fairy. Even you can fall under my thrall.” He frowns at me. “This is how I stopped an army without killing them all.”
