Humans never look up, Creon had once signed during a long day of magic training, discussing the tricks and pitfalls of fighting fae. It’s the wings, I suppose. They never seem to realise the danger could be coming from above. ‘You’d better be right,’ I mumbled at him, clambering onto the banisters to reach for the sturdy roof beams. ‘I’m really not in the mood to murder anyone.’ I could have sworn he was laughing somewhere, somehow.
