Fey People
“Something wrong, Randall?” A rumbling voice purred from behind Randy.
Making him freeze as he was positioned over the girl.
One he’d never seen before.
“Charters.” Randy acknowledged. Knowing that voice. His shoulders slumped. But he didn’t look over his shoulder to where Bodin sat in a chair next to the window.
“Are you wondering who she is?” Bodin rose from the chair in a sleek movement. Wandering around to stand next to the lone candle so he could see Randall’s face.
Randy said nothing. Staring at the skinny wraith who’d posed as Belle. In her bed.
Randy was sifting through layers of confusion. Trying to figure out what was happening.
“She is a good friend of mine. A warrior to be specific.” Bodin nodded toward her limp hands, lying on the pillow on each side of her head.
In her small fists were clutched tiny, curved blades.
“You’re lucky I intervened.” Bodin remarked coolly. “Had I not intervened, and you’d stuck her. She’d have certainly stuck you back.”