Exton

"One moment, Gareth."

I stop the Fae with my words. There is a rustle in my hood and a small man crawls over my shoulder. He uses a length of my hair to lower himself to the table, watching every one around us. Dragonfly wings fan slowly, helping to keep his balance. His feet hit the table and suddenly he is a foot tall.

He bows to me, then the others, staring up at Gareth. He blinks slowly, the solid blackness of his almond eyes watching the Fae. His mouth is drawn tight. His voice is a high tenor, musical in its tone.

"He speaks true enough, for Bright Court." The insult is there, thinly veiled. "But it is not true that the Dark Court sanctions stealing ANY child. Only the outlaws take wanted children, and those they choose by the talents of their parentage. If this Morgan does that, she is breaking oath." he sizes Gareth with a sweeping gaze. "This one... he is heart sore. He does not want to do this, but must.

"Tip." He turns to me, insectlike gaze eerie in the humanlike visage. "Will you report now to The Dark Lords? Keon awaits a report."

The demi-fae blanches, taking a knee. "Lord Blackthorn will know immediately, every word, Lady Leather." He shudders. In a blink of an eye, Tip is again small. His wings hum, racing up to speed. In moments he is gone from sight.

I sit back, looking up at Gareth. "Word is on its way to those who can help in the Court of Night. As for Us..." I look at Nick and Jack. "We aren't exactly Human, are we?"

I smile slowly, letting the predator show in my eyes.