Chapter Fourteen
“Every armor has a weak spot, a vulnerability. It takes patience to find it, but once it’s visible, exploiting it means the difference between winning or losing.” ~Alston
“Told you she’d be alone,” the pixie said smugly to Alston, Ludcarab, and Cain, who stood hidden in the woods, with Alston’s magic offering them camouflage.
“Yes, you’ve been most helpful,” the high fae said absently. He watched the female jog along the perimeter of the fence that she foolishly thought would protect her. To be fair, she also believed that the fae and djinn magic they had surrounding their compound would protect her as well. Perhaps for weaker supernaturals it would have worked. But Alston and Ludcarab were not weak supernaturals. “Once we’re gone, you stay here and keep an eye on thing
