Cardan is sprawled on your mattress, black hair spilling like crow feathers. And he is foolishly drunk. A bandage wrapped around his leg from the bolts shot at him in the castle while he was with another female faerie.

"For a moment," he says, "I wondered if it was you shooting bolts at me. It couldn't have. They missed." He grins up at you as you watch over him.

His eyes meet yours as a dangerous spark ignites between the both of them. "Kiss me again." He says, drunk and foolish. "Kiss me until I'm sick of it."