Chapter Fourteen

Bailey was distracted by her thoughts, so the final hour trudging through the forest seemed to pass by quickly. All she could really think about was Tobin and the two fantastic kisses.

She lifted her fingers to her shoulder, the ache almost completely gone. Just his kiss was enough to fill her personal Magick to the brim, and the wound on her shoulder was closed over, beginning to heal.

"Pay attention, little Halfling, you're entering my Court and we all have roles to play." Bailey jerked at Jayce's voice in her ear. He leaned in to her, but still maintained a distance that made her wish he were closer.

"I've noticed you aren't as tactile as most of the fae I've met. Is there a reason?" She looked up at him curiously.

"It isn't the most important detail, not when you've a murderer to catch." He replied, face going stony.

"I suppose." She tilted her head at him, "But what's the harm, when I'm apparently a supposed Spark?"

His sharp intake of breath made her smile. And then the guilt cra