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“I couldn’t just leave Phe.”

She walked toward me, back in her human form, totally nude and unbothered, the slight limp in her gait and blood streaking her leg the only indication she’d been hurt. Eyes locked on me, she held out the dagger I’d thought I’d lost to the fae.

“Here.”

I took it with shaking hands. “Thank you.”

Nodding, she turned away and headed into the house. It wasn’t much, but that was the first time she looked at me without hostility banked in her gaze.

The searing heat of my bracelet cooled with each passing second, though it didn’t diminish entirely. It probably wouldn’t so long as the fae were near enough for it to register their presence. My eyes scanned the trees, trying to seek out any sign of them lying in wait.

The smallest wolf let out a soft whimper.

“It’s okay, Trouble. I don’t think Sunday will mind if you come check her out for yourself.” Kingston’s tone was gentle and sweet. I loved the way he was with his little sister.