Book Eight: Chapter 90

Mike narrowed his eyes. There was no reason that Nyx should know anything about that. The smug look on her face wasn’t endearing either. “It is,” he admitted.

“I bet you also fear a breach of hospitality.”

“I do.” Mike crossed his arms. “I am uncertain how to proceed in regards to this current situation without committing a breach in etiquette.”

“I could tell you.”

“I’m sure you could,” Mike admitted. “And what would the cost for such knowledge be?”

“I’m sure we could settle on a price.” She reached out as if to touch his shoulder, then playfully withdrew her arm. “Or perhaps you could...what is the phrase? Wing it?”

“I take no chances with regards to the fae,” Mike replied. “In that case, I do have some rations I brought along for this mission. Do you wish to partake of them? I also have water.”

Nyx chuckled. “I am feeling a bit hungry.”

Mike pulled one of the special granola bars from his pack and handed it to her. “This is a special