SEAN
All of my senses went on high alert as soon as that gang walked into the tavern. There were seven of them and judging by the scent that I could smell beneath that of sweat and alcohol, Fae. Fully armed with swords, daggers, and maces, their dirty, rotten teeth bared by grim grins, they approached our table.
Instinctively, I scanned the room, cataloging and filing all the things I could use as offensive or defensive weapons, the exits, the location of the fireplace.
"Well, well," the one that looked like the leader, said. "Look who we have here."
Caroline chuckled, stretching a little - as if we weren't actually surrounded. "Bold of you to assume you know who we are."
"A little b***h who will get what she deserves," one of the minions barked, staring at her with murderous inte
