Chapter 12
I HELD MY BREATH, WAITING for the fae king to continue. He didn’t. Instead, he buttoned up his shirt, his fingers moving with grace and dexterity. It was like he was waiting to say something more, holding me captive for as long as I would allow him to.
I shot him an annoyed look.
He grinned, making sure I saw every single one of his glossy white teeth.
“So, princess... what would you like to see? What would you like to know?” he asked.
I pointed to the girl who still stood at a nearby table, half n***d and staring at us.
“Could she, like... put some clothes on?” I asked, shifting with unease. I didn’t want him to know I was uncomfortable, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t concentrate, feeling her stare on us, on me, like she thought I wanted to take the fae king away from
