“I know.” He strolled in, and the frown remained on his face. She tested the integrity of his trial.
“She came in here on her own accord. I tried to tell her to leave.”
“I know.” He adjusted his silk robes and cleared his throat. “You’re not in trouble for her being here. Stop worrying. I know she came here on her own.” His eyes met mine, and I quickly looked away. There weren’t dominance games with the fae. Trying would only end up with me being stuck under his control.
“What did they say?” How can he be so sure I didn’t lure her here? What happened while he was away?
“That’s confidential.” He grabbed a pastel blue meringue cookie and inspected it.
“Oh, please. I know you don’t want them back either.” The fae hate the unforgiven as much as we do. Ansel mentioned it to him for a reaso
