DAMIEN

Your girlfriend is mad. Aren’t you going to follow her?" Marina asked, her tone grating on my nerves.

"Are you enjoying this?" I snapped.

"It’s not like I am," she replied, crossing her arms. "But it’s the truth. She’s really mad."

I ignored her and turned to the dwarf. "Did you know she was fae? Did you use that to your advantage when you asked for her… uterus?"

The dwarf nodded, unfazed. "I did. And I used it for what I needed."

"And what exactly did you need it for?" I demanded my voice tight with anger.

"That," he said coolly, "is none of your business."

"It is my...