I wound through the throng; several members of which were staring aggressively at the fairy Count who was leaning so casually against their bar. As if he belonged. No, as if he owned the damn place. I felt my face settle into harsh lines as I stepped before him and crossed my arms.

"Explain your presence," I demanded.

"I was raised by courtiers." Tiernan shrugged. "I can't help having a dignified air. I apologize if I don't blend in better."

"I mean explain your ...