She laughed a bit more loudly than she meant to. Yes, she knew how undeniable a person in possession of that sort of charm could be, but it was an addiction no different than anything else. And no matter how attractive a person can be, if there was something poisonous about them, it was better to give them a wide girth like you would a snake. She'd learned that the hard way, though her sister would argue it still hadn't gotten through her head because Matt. "No one has your kind of charisma."

He was right, she hadn't met this man and never intended to. She knew better than to interact with Matt's playmates, but more than that, he was a troublemaker and she had her share of trouble in her life. She'd stick to the kind Matt brought her and be satisfied.

"I think it's easy to get distracted by one pretty flower in the bunch. It might have a nicer perfume, but if it's got poisonous thorns, nothing is going to convince me to touch it. You're surrounded by people willing to play with you. I don't think it's going to take much for you to avoid being around someone like this." However smart Cassidy and Matt were, they were men. Men were always susceptible to pretty smiles. "Is this kid really worth it when he's died twice? What are the fae going to do if this becomes a habit? I say no more feeding from him. Stick to whores."