“what’s your problem?”
lydia scoffed at niall, arms crossing over her chest as she threw him a scathing glance. the incredulity of her voice said enough. "my problem is that freaking wolf fairy behind you, or that glowing guy in the corner, oh and that woman in the back with the worst glamour i've ever seen in my life. my problem is that there have been real fairies following me around ever since we met! i knew that banshees came from fairies, or that they are some kind of fae creature but this? this is something i can't accept. my life is hard enough being a literal beacon of death without throwing pixies and leprechauns into the mix, okay? you need to call them off, tell them to stay away from me. i don't need this, my plate's already full."