Timid was...not one of Edy's love languages. And so, as Phoebe siddled up to the bar with gooey sweetness and those stupid big doe-eyes of hers, the Launceleyn merely raised a brow.
"Who gives a fuck about the Greatwood. They don't want us there. That fence can stay broken as far as I'm concerned, as long as we stay on our side of it." Edy replied, speaking her mind because...well, this shit was Zariah's jurisdiction, not hers. Not really. "That rule is to keep you safe and not to start a war with the fae. Besides. Their disease, their problem."
"Who gives a fuck about the Greatwood. They don't want us there. That fence can stay broken as far as I'm concerned, as long as we stay on our side of it." Edy replied, speaking her mind because...well, this shit was Zariah's jurisdiction, not hers. Not really. "That rule is to keep you safe and not to start a war with the fae. Besides. Their disease, their problem."
