Rhys waited until we'd gotten into his car and drove away. With a wave of his hand, he caused the breeze from the convertible's movement to form a shield around us. It still cooled but kept anyone from hearing our conversation. Meanwhile, I told Sir Raleigh to hide in case someone saw him from the outside and reported us for not having him in a carrier. With a huff, he jumped down to the floorboards and curled up behind my feet.
"What did you see?" Rhys asked. "Other than the soul-eater. There was something else." He scowled. "I could feel it had something to do with me, like yesterday."
I opened my mouth, my words caught in between the desire to know the truth and the fear of its ramifications. Finally, I dislodged them. "I saw you and two other Fae go to a cottage where a gargoyle live
