My Fox Fae Fennrick
“So how do I know you can actually make me rich? What if the owner gave me a busted fox fae, took my money and fled?”
I meant to annoy him, but he didn’t even flinch.
He merely glanced at me with a look that was consisting of disdain, mockery and frozen daggers.
My heart throbbed, and I hurriedly averted my eyes.
Fox faes were trouble by design, weren’t they?
Just making eye contact with him made my heart flutter.
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Once we got home, I couldn’t help asking, “So… when will you start making me rich?”
Without a word, Fennrick walked straight into the bathroom.