"Oh look, she's realised what we are." You stick your middle finger up through the bars of the cell, directing the crude gesture at the raven haired fae who had just spoken. One of the guards who had captured you.
The dark haired fae is there in seconds, grabbing your finger and snapping it backwards with a loud crack. He leans in closer, tugging you to the metal bars of your cell.
“One thing you should learn, little girl; is that us fae don't take kindly to being insulted by people like you.” He hisses, cold breath fanning across your face.
“Ravn.” Another guard snaps, an order in his voice. Ravn smiles cruelly, lifting your hand he’d just snapped a finger on and pressing cold lips to it.
“Very sorry, my lady.” He mocks, a small smile lifting his sharp lips.