From what she'd heard, the fae could find a loophole in any rule and exploit it. She didn't like the sound of the fairies' laughter, and she could tell that Fala and Salaca loved to create problems. Given the apprehension in her companions' faces, it was clear that everyone knew they had to keep their guard up.Led by the tall fae, the group merged into the flow of odd-looking foot traffic, passing shops that catered to the Other Realm's inhabitants. They stopped at a blacksmith's shop, where a hot fire burned brightly in the forge. Three shirtless fae worked inside, not a drop of sweat on them despite the heat, although their red-tinged skin shone as they hammered on a sword. The loud clanging of metal on metal echoed around them. It wasn't a sword of iron and steel these fairies forged-it was quicksilver, the metal glowing as if it were alive and was being formed into a living being.Sean stepped forward, the siren song of the weapon calling to him. Keelie saw the sword weave its magic upon him.Fala leaned close to him, his voice a whisper.
