"Hello there, little kitten. Are you lost?"
Selene stiffened.
She turned her head and found herself face-to-face with another man—tall, elegant, undeniably dangerous in a different way.
Long green hair spilled down his back, his skin pale and flawless, his eyes curved into crescent moons that did not reach the depths beneath.
He was smiling.
And she knew, instantly, that he could not be trusted.
Another notification chimed.
Joker.
Fae. Prankster. Trickster.
The plot advanced again, though only slightly.
Progress was progress.
"Do I look like I'm lost?" Selene replied coolly.
Joker laughed softly, the sound light and musical. "Ah, forgive me. It's just… rare to see a human with beauty like yours wandering alone at dusk. Are you a student here?"
Selene shook her head. She had no intention of letting this escalate.
"I'm a human blood bank," she said plainly. "For Lord Alistair Cain."
She watched his reaction carefully.
