Corrie rubbed at her wrist—it stung, though not as much as she would have thought after having a metal bracelet pulled off of it. She turned and held up her wrist to show her friends. “He stole my bracelet.”
Edie stared at her arm, even reaching out to touch where it was red. “How did he do that? He shouldn’t be able to touch it, should he?”
Corrie shook her head. “I didn’t think so.”
“Maybe some faeries are less sensitive to iron than others,” said Naomi. “Or maybe it’s because it’s stainless steel, not pure iron?”
“That’s never made a difference before,” said Dawn.