“All of this because she slept with Brynsyn?”
“Supposedly,” Clemmen says.
I press my lips together tightly, looking at the door that Brynsyn disappeared into. To be honest, it all sounds like bullshit to me, but I’m not completely familiar with the fae world, so maybe it's my naivety.
Could Brynsyn really have an evil dick?
And if so, should I be running away from it?
“When humans say someone has mean dick, it means the sex is good,” I say, blinking as I look at Clemmen.
She lets out a huff of a laugh before sighing. She takes a sip of her drink and shakes her head.
“Fine, you go fuck Brynsyn, but I promise if you try to stab me over an apple afterwards, I’ll fuck you up.”
“I’m completely fine with that.”