Harry relaxed a little. He had gotten way too jumpy lately when it came to the fae but he shook his head and sighed, offering her a kind smile. She was right, he was the one who had jumped to conclusions and had assumed the worse. He hated that, because it’s what people did to him. He spreads out his palms in an honestly apologetic manner. He’d rather not piss anyone else off. He has enough people on their shit lists.
Not that he minded. It came with his job.
“Listen, sorry, a lot of things have me a bit jumpier than usual. I think wyldfae are actually the only sort of fae I can trust right now, if I want to be completely honest. Toots said he met a pretty fae a few days ago, but I just thought it was one of his kind—not, well you.”
Brynne smiles warmly at the flattery. “He’s met me plenty of times, I just don’t usually stay in his memory for long.” She lets the defensive pose melt from her stance and she sighs faintly. “Now that is all sorted,” she pauses and raises a brow, half-expecting Harry to add something. “Why did you really come here, Mr Dresden. Was it genuine interest or were you told to come check and see if I were a threat?”
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A warden to get favors from is certainly something she doesn’t mind working with. “I am sure as well, Mr. Dresden.” So...
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He eyed her and nodded. “good to know,” he said lightly looking around the shelves. He chose some feathers and a few fae...
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