Disgust was clear across his face. He grimaced, recoiling away from me. I grunted, scowling. His eyes widened, and he tilted his head, making the gold bits dangling from his antlers twinkle. Antlers. A piece was missing from them. One of the points was missing, flat, like it had been cleanly sawed off. My whistle. “Where the f*ck have you been?” Jay growled. “You sent that Fae girl here, you should’ve been here!” “I was busy. She’s more than capable of handling this.” Argonathe glanced around the room, frowning. “We’re in a prison cell.” “Yes. And Gwen was bitten by those little sh*ts, who have venom like the thing that attacked Rhett.” Jay snarled, pointing at the morbid little animals on the ground. “What did you do?” Argonathe tilted his head at Jay, raising his brows. Jay curled

