Bangers & Mash is packed when we walk in, Faylinn's arm looped through mine. She's tense, and it's understandable. This is the first time she's really been out in public in fifteen years. Thankfully, the bruises have lessened, and she doesn't draw any stares from the patrons as we walk in. Dire and I are closely watching the crowd without Faylinn realizing it. I don't want to make her anxiety worse than it already is.
Cami, the evening hostess, spots us and comes over with a huge grin on her face.
"Hey, Shamrock," she chirps. "How many tonight?"
"Hey, Cami. Just four, hon," I say, pulling my arm from Faylinn's to wrap it around her shoulders. She turns to me and nestles her head in the crook of my neck, her arms wrapping around my stomach inside my kutte. Cami's eyes widen for a
