[IRIS POV]
"Me, a fae?"
And there it was. I blinked in surprise, pointing to myself, pretending that I had never heard of such an audacious thing.
"Are you daft? Did you get a fever from all the injuries?" I retorted, reaching out to touch his forehead. He twisted away from my hand as though it was contagious, and his limbs splashed around in the water before he got up and stared down at me stonily.
"I want an answer! Are you related to the fae or not!" He all but snarled at me, suspicion in his eyes as he glared at me.
"Well, I'm not," I said, lying through my teeth, because I wasn't suicidal.
Honesty was necessary in a healthy marriage, but I had a feeling I wouldn't be living long enough to marry him if I were truthful about my origins. Alpha Gareth had every right to hate the fae after what they did to him.
