“This man is very dangerous,” I said at once, knowing without a doubt it was Faulkner walking toward us. I didn’t need to see him. Even after a hundred and some odd years, I would know his presence anywhere. “We need to leave.”
“I don’t know who this is,” Celeste replied, swallowing hard. The look on her face was fluctuating wildly between frustration and true alarm as she glanced back in the direction of the bar. I could only be grateful for the crowd Faulkner had to navigate. This bought us a few more seconds, but it was becoming clear my mate wasn’t going to believe me no matter what I said, and I didn’t need to wait around to know Faulkner wasn’t coming over for a social call.
“Piers, I need your assistance.” I nodded toward Celeste. “Celeste is having a bit of trouble recalling who
