Dylan grunted.
“And my people safe,” Keir added.
Dylan's grunt became more grudging.
“And we're shutting down Gentry for the time being.”
“The hell we are,” Dylan nearly shouted.
“I'm finished,” the healer announced and fled.
“I won't have you, or any of my fairies, in danger,” Keir said calmly.
“What will we tell the humans?” Dylan asked.
“We had a gas leak,” Keir shrugged. “A bombing. Or don't tell them anything at all, just shut the damn doors.”
“We have clients and business associates who are human,” Dylan growled. “We need to give them a solid explanation.”
“Then come up with one that will satisfy them, Brother,” Keir smiled. “But you will not be staying here while our sister is on the loose with iron weapons. You're coming back to Fairy with us, and then we will gather our troops and join the Unseelie King.”
“To fight Moire,” Dylan's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Alright, Brother, I agree to this temporary retreat in order to regroup. But we're killing that woman this time. Her crimes have piled up, and now they tower above us. I will see her dead before I let the impending avalanche bury us.”
“Her crimes will bury her in the end, Dylan,” Keir swore, “not us.”
“And Bress?” I asked.
“We're getting our nephew back,” Dylan said first to me, then transferred his gaze to Keir. “That bitch has done enough damage to our kin.”
“And the boy has come so far,” Keir nodded. “I believe he can overcome the evil he was born of.”
“About fucking time we stepped in,” Dylan grumbled.
“Yes, it is,” Keir sighed. “About fucking time.”
“Is this a bad time?”
I looked to the doorway and was shocked to see Soren, the biter witch from Iceland.
“Soren?” I stood. “What are you doing here?”
“You know each other?” Keir asked. “This man came to our aid. Without him and his team, we might not have survived.”
“I thought Councilman Murdock sent extinguishers to help you,” I frowned from my father to Soren, and back.
“He did,” Keir nodded, “but General Soren arrived first. I assumed that the Coven was working with the Human Council, and had sent him.”
“I am indeed working with the Council, Your Majesty,” Soren bowed his head. “But I am in San Francisco purely under orders of the Coven, and I was watching Gentry Tech for personal reasons,” Soren's eyes strayed to me.
I cleared my throat. Cat huffed some fur out of her eyes. My father's stare sharpened.
“You were stalking my daughter?” Keir asked.
“Dad,” I groaned.
“Not at all,” Soren chuckled. “Well, perhaps a little. I was watching over the elf enclave in Iceland, on behalf of your daughter. There had been no movement... at least none we could see, and that in itself was suspicious. I gathered more intel and made some deeper investigations. I tried to contact Princess Seren through the phone number she gave me to give her my report, but she didn't answer. I left several messages, and then decided it would be best to come here, a location she's known to frequent, and wait for her to make an appearance. It was during our wait that the elves attacked.”
“That was fine timing indeed,” my father reached out his hand to shake Soren's. “Thank you for your help.”
