The spear looked weirdly exotic in a log cabin. But no more out of place than the fairy princess in his bed. He propped the spear by the front door, next to three others. The tools to render down the skillet were out in the shop and he didn’t want to leave Adelyn alone, but he’d been able to turn the spoons and log rack into useful weapons. She wasn’t leaving without a fight. But she would leave eventually. He had heard it in her voice, in her exquisitely kind attempts to tell him his feelings—damn feelings—were confused. Just hours ago, he had killed some sort of fairy monster and she thought he was confused about his feelings. It wasn’t his feelings that confused him. “Damn you, woman,” he muttered. But she would just tell him she wasn’t a woman. Wolly wagged his stub tail in commiseration. When Josh heard her moving in the bedroom, he took one of the spears.
