“Unfortunately, Candace wasn't the one who'd stood out last night. And hell, did Thea stand out. I'd felt her potential before she'd even parked her van. She exhibited open fascination with Marcel's paintings, and the way she relished every bite on her plate made me remember a time when things could still be new and fascinating. And this wasn't even faerie food--- I wondered what expression she would make if that crossed her lips. She breathed life and pleasure with her every movement. Liveliness--- was that the nature of a fae from the Summer Court, or was that simply Thea?”
Book:Dirty Lying Faeries