I was actually a little surprised to step out of the veil in Venner's quarters and find him waiting for me, nasty Unseelie smirk on his face. Honestly, I expected he already ran, figured out a way to deflect the Enforcers, forcing me to waste precious time hunting him down and wringing his scrawny Fey neck.

Galleytrot's rumbling fury echoed toward the vaulted ceiling, partially collapsing Venner's smile. My eyes scanned the room, found Sonja sitting in a Victorian chair, Spaft ...