CALLUM
The fae don't meet in buildings. They meet in between places. Spaces that exist but don't, locations that shift when you're not looking.
Tonight's meeting place is underneath Blackfriars Bridge, in the space where water meets stone and neither claims dominance. Tom brought me here an hour before dawn because fae prefer transitions. Dawn and dusk. High tide and low tide. The moments when the world can't decide what it is.
"Remember the rules," Tom says for the third time. His fae blood makes him nervous around full-blooded Seelie. Like a mutt meeting a purebred and knowing the difference. "Don't thank them. Don't apologize. Don't accept food or drink. And for f**k's sake, don't agree to anything without hearing the exact wording three times."
"I know the rules."
"Knowing and fol
