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“Well?” Alex asked me as I walked back into the house. I met him on the other side of the doors where his ears were flattened against his head. “What’d she say?”
I held out the two gifts to him. “She gave me these. Her ancestor’s journal and a whistle to call for help.”
He wrinkled his nose. “You don’t need either of them, especially that whistle. I’m more than enough.”
“Like you were in the bedroom?” Gwyn called from where he leaned against the frame of the open doors to the parlor with his arms folded over his chest.
Alex narrowed his eyes at the fae. “Want to try that again?”
Gwyn pushed off from the frame and dropped his arms to his sides. “A tempting offer, but I have a vampyre to catch, as do you.”
“Then we should be on our way,” Maddock spoke up as Tristan and he a
