“Those aren’t just people fecking, Dani. Those are hard-core.” “So?” she sneered over her shoulder. “What were you a few days ago?” “It wasn’t like that.” “So you gonna tell me what it was like? Being Pri-ya was all poetry and roses?” There had been moments that had felt startlingly like that. Not with the Unseelie Princes. But later with Barrons. I crammed that thought into the padlocked box in my head where I keep all
