Protect me? I think ponderously to myself. How on earth would Soren be able to do that half way across of Faey? It would take him days to reach the faery palace if I were in trouble. Unless of course he shadow shifted, but that would also ruin our plans.
"Don't worry, he assures gently, obviously having read my mind. "I do not plan to do anything drastic to scupper your plans. But I can give you a few wards which might help you in case Azrael decides he wants to do anything despicable," he explains, drawing us further back behind the curtain and out of any of the prying eyes of the crowd.
In the semi darkness of the room, he turns to me. Gingerly, he pulls aside the hem of my dress, revealing the tattooed markings across my skin that have made themselves barely visible in his presence.
