The one with the fox ears grunts, taking a nice long perusal of me, his gaze lingering on my tits, hips, and legs because apparently every criminal here has to act like a fucking cliché. His attention moves to Des, and the Fauna fae’s lip curls. “If the king can’t drain them, he doesn’t want to see them.” For a beat, nothing happens. But then Des’s magic rips across the room, throwing the banished fairies against the dank, earthen walls. Not going to lie, it’s been a real rough day for this group.
