As the Elphine Queen lifted the goblet to Malcolm’s lips, a gnarled old man darted through the company of the Fae. For a moment, Elizabeth did not know whether he was Fae or mortal. He lunged toward Malcolm and the force of impact sent Malcolm falling backward. The old man snatched at Malcolm’s chest, his fingers scrabbling against Malcolm’s tabard.
“Mine!” he roared and grabbed something. He gave a ferocious tug and Malcolm fell forward, the move allowing Elizabeth to see the chain around his neck. Catriona stiffened beside her.
Then the old man turned upon Catriona, shaking one fist at her while the other locked around some token hung from the chain around Malcolm’s neck. “You would not give it to me, you ungrateful wretch of a child, but you gave it to him!” The old man shouted at Cat
