The newly formed Council all rose to their feet as I entered the room, but I immediately raised my hands. “Oh, God, please don’t do that. I’m freaked out enough as it is.”
One of the faeries, a huge man with emerald green wings, frowned at me. “But as heir presumptive to the Head of the Council, you’re afforded a certain degree of respect.”
“I can feel respected with you all sitting down. Honestly.

Autore: Rachel Hawkins