"That…was really bad, wasn't it?" Fern exhaled deeply. She didn't meet my eyes and looked where Clove had disappeared to.
I considered saying something, but there was little I could say to make her feel better about this. Heck, I didn't really understand Fern's outburst either. All I could do was make some educated guesses.
Fern was not your average fae. If anything, she was a mutation. That may sound harsh, and I'd never call her such, but that was what my mate was. A mix of a dryad, sprite, and demihuman. As for what kind of demihuman, I wasn't too sure. Some fox-kin or something along those lines.
