“Are you sure this person’s going to be able to make me a pair of shoes that quickly?” I griped. Arran had caught me easily enough. Wings will do that for a being.
He had grabbed me around the waist, much to my squealing protests, made me surrender his sweets, plus another kiss, then marched me straight to the shop I was discussing dubiously. It was almost in a back alley. A tiny little place, on the very edge of the building that housed it, like an after-thought carved out of the stone surface. It had a miniscule sign by the door. Easily missed. I would have walked by it without a thought.
“I told you, this place is not human, it’s other.” Arran asserted. I raised a brow.
“Then what’s it doing here, in a human village?” I waved a hand at all the human shops surrounding us.
“My best gu
