Adrian ran a hand behind his neck while he glared down at the motionless demon laying in the confinement cell. They hardly had time to ask him all the things he wanted to know before the bastard died, but at least they did get something new to go on. For one, the demon disclosed the fact that the dark faerie was actually working with the Grandmaster, yet perhaps not of his own free will? Adrian wasn’t sure what the whole ‘sitting in chains’ referenced, if it was a metaphor or literal.
One thing was for sure, he would need to set up another meeting with Àrd Dorcha Frashëri. If some asshole ancient dark faerie was brewing curses to kill him, then the king of the New England dark faerie had to know something was going on! Adrian knew if he hadn’t been distracted with Ari at the gala
