Irina
“Hostile?” I asked Quinn.
I’d lost sight of the face I saw.
His eyes clouded and he frowned. “The patrol says there are about thirty fae armed and asking for you.”
So, they did come.
I chuckled. “Ian.”
“Who the f**k is Ian?” His eyes clouded again. “Prince Fabian. Who the f**k is that?”
“Some back up.”
I whistled to Alec who was at the side of the stage.
“Ian’s here,” I shouted.
His face lit up with a wicked grin. “The fairies missed the party!”
“We need to go and meet him.” I scanned the crowd again for that face.
There, I knew it, b***h! I darted off and Quinn shouted after me. I closed the distance to Sarah’s group. She spotted me coming and paled. My quarry realised what was happening and bolted off. Too slow in those heels. I tackled her to the ground. She screa
