“WHAT. DO. YOU. THINK. You’re. Doing?”
Rune’s skin remained human on the surface, but this was his wolf speaking. Yellow eyes. Throaty growl. Words separated by anger so intense it raised hairs along the back of my neck.
I didn’t bother reaching for the knife. Rune would be faster than me with his beast at the forefront.
He would be faster than me and he’d smell it if I lied to him. There was no way I could dodge the issue by sending him away.
So, even though our family Bargain was supposed to be a secret, I shrugged and spilled the story in broad strokes. After all, Rune was half-fae himself. Surely he wouldn’t overreact when I told him—
“I’m asking the Guardian for help.”
He didn’t overreact. Just looked confused. “The guardian?”
“Capital G,” I corrected. “A fae that....”
“Fae?”
