Funny how it was always courtly fae problems. They couldn’t help themselves, could they? Wren’s knockers minded their own business, and John’s pukwudgies…well, okay, they f****d with mortals regularly. Pretty much nonstop. But not with him.
Wren stood suddenly and held out their hand to Venkat, who took it and stood. They made their way to the dance floor, chatting happily—and Venkat looked back over his shoulder, catching John’s gaze. He smiled and looked away again quickly.
“Yeah, so, we came over here to tell you to ask that boy to dance before he dies of pining, by the way,” Harper said.
John actually blushed. “I meant to. I just got in my head about—all this.”
“Well, let’s all go, and you can steal him from Wren,” Rob suggested, standing.
“Just give him a fun night out. We’ll wor
