"Not a word," Islinda warned Ginger before she could say anything after they had caught up with her.
But the Fae persisted, "My lady, it's not about the memory glass incident..." Ginger couldn't finish because the glare Islinda sent her way was enough to vaporize her on the spot.
"I mean, you should eat." She gulped.
Islinda sighed, unable to make life difficult for the poor Fae merely doing her job. It was not Ginger's fault that she summoned that memory.
What would others think of her now?
Only Aldric knew she had spied on him during coitus with Rosalind. But not anymore. Everyone knew. And more would know soon. Islinda knew how gossip worked in the Fae realm. Fae loved gossip as much as they loved sweets. She was about to become famous again — for the wrong reasons.
If truly the gods existed, then they must be having great fun with her.
