MY MATE’S SARCASM FLEW right over the heads of the fae, as did his subsequent jokes and verbal jabs over the next hour. For my part, I mostly sat in silence and watched with wonder. This shifter who hadn’t fit into the world he was born to was so unfae-like that he was acing the Court test.
Unfortunately, there were undercurrents present that even Ryder’s raunchiest jokes couldn’t dissipate. Zip Boots trailed in the door only a few minutes later and the Queen offered him the empty seat across from her. Now we were an even more mismatched company—me and my mate beside the t*****e-happy Queen and her less powerful but no more evil peon.
At first, I ignored the conversation flowing back and forth between our fae table mates. Instead, I watched Ryder’s square jaw as he chewed and swallowed.
