Garrett stood, pulling Nikki with him, keeping his hold tight on her. He gathered her into his arms, pressing kisses to her hair and whispering soothingly. "See, love? It's going to be fine. Everything is going to work out."

   Faile nodded at Jareth and turned, smiling, to her bethrothed. A faint crimson blush traced her cheeks. "Thank you," she said softly. She turned her eyes to Matthias, who was standing at the edge of the woods, looking into a scrying pool on the ground. She could vaugely make out a furry shape in the water. The older fae was soon done and moved towards the group.

  "Silver Moon is bringing his pack."