Page 60 of Blood Union (Dark Witch Chronicles 3)

“I am Amell,” a dark-skinned man with the brightest green eyes I have ever seen holds his fist to his chest. “I am grateful for the honor to fight alongside such amazing warriors.

“Don’t go giving them an even bigger ego, Amell,” Ridley jokes. He turns to the last five, and points to them one by one. “Easton, Bernard, Etan, Valerio, and Oz.”

“Bronywyn,” I say, raising my hand. “Thank you for coming.”

“Tarnley.”

“Elijah.”

“Cole.”

“Rachel.”

“Rainey.”

At her introduction, all the fae glance at Ridley. “That is Rainey?”

“Yes.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

Amell clears his throat. “With all due respect, hunter, Ridley made it seem as though you were ten feet tall.”

Rainey grins at Ridley. “That so?”

“To be fair, I said you had a massive temper.”

“Actually,” Amell corrects, “you told us to steer clear of her bad side because she’s the only one of the group you are truly convinced could kill with the sheer force of her willpower.”

Rainey’s grin spreads, as does Elijah’s appreciative one. “What a lovely compliment, Ridley.”

After glaring back at Amell, Ridley faces Rainey. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t let it go to your head.”

Everyone chuckles, but I stare appreciatively at the fae who came into this fight last. Tears burn in the corners of my eyes, and he glances my way.Thank you, I mouth.

The corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk, and he dips his head. Then, he claps both hands together. “Has Winnie kept any of her famous French toast casserole on hand? I’ve eaten nothing but Faerie food for the last few weeks, and I’m starving.”