Trembling slightly, the little fae pointed at Spark.

The satchel had been bestowed back to its original owner a while ago — he knew when his hand had been caught in the wrong places, it meant giving things back, even if he really didn’t want to. Was everyone too busy to notice? Was it the sharp fear in the room that bothered everyone so? This fuss was making his head spin...

Quietly, Fenn reached for more blackberries. The air around him was practically stiff with cold.