“Hey. We have a surprise you’ll like. Silas, show her.” He frowns. “Show her what?” “You know. The thing in your pocket.” He continues to look mystified. Maven tips her head. “Is that an innuendo? Is the thing in his pocket his 🐓?” “No,” I sigh, standing to approach Silas. “Your fae is just delusional right now. Silas. Give it.” I reach for his jacket pocket, but he grabs my hand to stop me, scowling. “What are you⁠—” “Just take it out,” I snap. Quickly, I snatch the dismembered hand out of his