You do know that I am a Fae, correct?" "Well, if the purple blood oozing from your friends there wasn't a clue, I would say the wings and angry gleam in your eyes tipped the scale.
That's crazy. Are Witches the one who help the big fat man get down the chimney too?" "You know it, girl.
Miraculously, I keep it together, although I would love to just slap the stupid out of them.
Everyone looks at me like I'm stark naked standing on a glacier petting a penguin.
Why aren't you afraid of me?" Coy looks at me, baffled. "Why would I be afraid of you?" I shrug, not getting a chance to answer before he continues. "Until the day you start chomping on my throat without my permission or throwing me across the room f...
