Sadb looked over at him, her eyes narrowing. She knew what the fae had said, but God help her, if this man was for real, he was too nice. If he was legitimately intent on helping her...God. It was easier to trap people in her thorns for the fae to feast upon when she could tell herself it was in self defense. She felt horrible for it, but it took a weight off her conscience when she could tell herself it was either them or her, and she was only doing what it took to survive, that she'd warned them and they'd tried to attack her anyway and had only gotten what was coming for them. That they were bad people that just wanted to hurt her.
If this man was sincere, he was none of those things.
She couldn't do this.
Maybe that was why she finally dug her nails into her arms and came clean.
"I have," she blurted, voice sharp and angry. "I have used it for dark things. I am dangerous. Do you get it now?"
Just leave. Just leave. Get scared and run away already! Or get angry and attack me. If you attack me, at least I'll have an excuse.