A Faerie's Secret

“I didn’t choose to get involved with a dangerous man who spied on the Guild for both Prince Zell and Lord Draven,” I say.

“Yes. And if this is your way of asking if you can rip my shirt open and feel my chest, you’re not exactly being subtle about it.”

After a split second hesitation, I say, “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m asking. Can I start now?”