Willy had gotten the message, but it had been the wee hours of the morning when he'd run to the cottage to collect new guitar strings while Fin slept and he knew Kersen would be a-bed with the sun rising so he decided to go later. Later just turned into much later. No, no fae was ever accused of being punctual.

He breezed into Jazzmin and was distracted by the bar where he ordered a cocktail with pineapple and cranberry juice and enough liquor to make him smile. As he sipped it he looked around the bar, trying to decide which lovely lady was the vampire whose wish he'd granted.