And this guy with the wings had money. It oozed off him. Okay, oozed was a bit judgmental. The gargoyle guy had the polish of a person who could spend lots of money on the best. The best clothes. The best barber. He probably had a valet who helped him get dressed in the morning and kept his clothes neatly pressed and lint free.
“Pardon me?” Miriam asked, suddenly aware that the dining car had emptied, leaving only her, the antler man, and the muscle.
“So polite.” He tilted his head to one side. “You’re not reilendeer, are you? I heard that humans looked like them, but I didn’t believe it. I’m Ari. Let me buy you a drink.”
Ari spoke quickly, with the confidence of a man who was used to getting his way. He didn’t give her a chance to decline before motioning to the bartender and ordering
