The man glanced at our bottle of moonshine. “I’ll leave you all to your drinks, then. If you decide you want to keep better company, Guardian, come see me later.” He turned and shouldered his way through the crowd toward his table. “Damn,” Lucy said, watching him leave. “I’m not sure if I want to bed him or kill him.” “Same,” Malcolm said. “Doesn’t have to be an either-or decision, though.” Daisy nudged my arm. “Not you too,” I told her, exasperated. She stared pointedly in the direction the man had gone.
Is that the Angel's knight?
