From across the room, Adrian eyed Zacari Frashëri, CEO of ZF Holdings Group, the Àrd Dorcha of the dark faerie, over the rim of the champagne flute as he sipped the bubbly liquid. Inside the pocket of his tuxedo slacks, his other hand fisted and relaxed several times as he stood there, watching the host of the party interact with his guests, while he and Darcy were waiting for their request of having an audience with the revered dark faerie king of New York. Though, most of his annoyance hadn’t been due to the fact that he had been waiting for over a half-hour now to speak with the Àrd Dorcha. The majority of Adrian’s frustration stemmed from the harrowing pain in the center of his head, feeling as though someone was taking a jack-hammer to it. Even so, he tried to hide this malady wit
