Chapter Thirteen

Tobin felt the anger in the pit of his stomach. He bristled, vibrating with the horror of having someone under his protection attacked so boldly. That a kobold, of all creatures, was able to spring past the four fae guarding the Halflings spoke to some magickal assistance that was not inherent in the creature itself.

He could feel his fists clenching as he took in Bailey's disheveled appearance. She held her arm close to her body, standing there between the other Fae Princes covered in blood that was both hers and the kobold's.

"We need to move, now." Jayce's voice was venomous. He looked as shook and angry as Tobin felt, his body rigid. Beckett was his usual easygoing self, thought there were deep lines of anger etched around his mouth that belied his relaxed posture.

"I agree." Silas pulled Bailey into his side, heedless of the gore covering her. "It isn't safe to just stand here. In my experience, where there is one low fae, there are more waiting on the sidelines."

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