Her fangs wake me up.

“Hi,” she says and her cheeky smile illustrates the entirety of her visage. I forgot that I was dealing with a full blooded fae, stronger than any I had met before. The elders had described their beauty and the way they used it to seduce then strike, but my elder, Lord Kavob, he sort of forgot to mention the fangs.

I draw my sword and she laughs.

“Mortals,” she says dramatically, pale hand against her forehead. “You see some slightly pointed teeth, smell some blood and you’re out to spill more. Assumptions assumptions. They’ll get you killed you know?”