““My mouth dropped open. Oh my God, it was like having a conversation with a ruder Tink. Who, by the way, was practically shimmying with excitement as he leaned in, whispering into my ear. “I like this guy. I really like him. Can I keep him?” The Summer Prince heard him, and interest sparked in his pale blue eyes. “I’ve never been kept by a brownie before, but … I’ve heard things. Interesting things.” I so needed an adult right now, but the adults were all staring at the ceiling, pretending like a live version of Fae Tinder wasn’t going down right in front of us. Tink straightened. “Do tell.” Fabian stepped toward us. “Is it true that a brownie’s co—” “Okay,” Ren stepped in, apparently to Tanner’s relief by the look on his face. “Let’s get back on topic. You were talking about how Ivy isn’t a special snowflake.””
