“You have returned so soon? Is there a problem?” “The fae prince will meet with you.” “Here?” “On a boat one mile from shore. Wednesday at noon.” “Perfect.” “He wants a blood agreement with our chieftain ensuring his safety and the safety of his friend.” Lord Tellek circled me. “Why do you smell like wet dog?” “He has a dog, Samson. The dog will be there too.” I kept my eyes on the floor. “For him to bring a dog is the highest of insults.” “He doesn’t know our ways or our nature. The dog is fae—a cu sith. A bodyguard.” “Have you witnessed the Target’s magic?” “Teleportation.” “Nothing else?” “Healing. Warming. Glamour. He tries not to use magic without cause.” “Then he is still weak.” I laughed. There was nothing weak about a male who could get what he wanted with a smile, who could heal a great pain with a touch or teleport three other beings through a river of magic we had no access to. Tellek grabbed my shoulder. “Do you think I am making jokes?”
