"Mentalists like werewolves," the faerie waved a glove clenched in his hand towards Vito. - And only our capricious Tyren - an exception, they say, pesters you. Do you want me to help?

I managed to wrap myself up in a shield an instant before the fleur hit. Over the past few days, I’ve become too accustomed to walking open and constantly scanning those around me, I relaxed.

But it did not have time to close completely - some tiny, weightless drop of poisonous magic managed to break into the hastily closing block.

He... he was wonderful. Wise, kind, with a bewitching look of emerald shining eyes. With my mind,...