Chapter 53

Nathan watched the fae with his drink warily.

“I don’t know who you are,” Alex said dangerously, “but if you ever call me ‘sweetheart’ again, neutral ground will no longer apply.”

The strange fae ate that threat right up, sending a wink across the bar at Jim on the other end. “Feisty one you got here, huh?”

Before Alex could promptly grab the fae by the throat—which as much as Alex’s threats weren’t to be trifled with, probably wouldn’t do them any good—Walter walked up to the bar from the jukebox to stand between Iain and Nathan’s stools.

“What is the meaning of your presence here, Goodfellow? I wasn’t informed of your intervention.”

Nathan exchanged a sharp look with each of his companions before looking to the fae again as his identity became startlingly clear. “Goodfellow?”