It took all of Jag's willpower, and keeping Coby and Curnen in his thoughts, to actually walk away from Emma. All he wanted was to hold her, kiss her again, bury his head in the crook of her neck, her hair falling over him as he breathed in her scent. But who knew when moonrise would be in Faerie; he had to find Coby and Curnen. Their rooms yielded nothing, so next he checked the main building, and was relieved to find Coby sipping a drink in the bar.

"Thank fuck you're here," Jag stated in a relieved breath as he joined Coby, the precious flowers protectively cupped in his hand. "I'd been afraid you might be in Faerie." And who knew how he could have found him then. "Any idea where Curnen is?"