I yawned, because I knew the gesture would keep me from puffing up in surprise. The Paragon was the top fae representative—not for the region, but for all of America. He’d been hanging out in Magiford for a few years, and no one really knew why—until now, that is. I feel both better and worse. If the Paragon knows Noctus is kicking up his heels in the area, there’s a small chance I’m safer than I thought. But why hasn’t the Paragon told the supernatural world that he exists?
oh right -- THAT's the demented dude
