Seb showed up a few minutes later and took over patching up the fairy.

I didn’t exactly sit on hunter guy. “Okay. So, what’s your story?”

“Vampire killed my best friend.”

I flinched. “Vampires are vermin. Why not stick to hunting them?”

“I was looking for the dragon.”

“The dragon was a prank,” I informed him.

“Right, and I dealt with it.”

I fixed his gaze. “Continue on the way you’re going and you’ll be dead within a few weeks. Maybe a few months, if you’re better than you showed today.”

“I still want to know what you are.”

“It’s not important. Or you’d be making a distinction between evil and merely mischievous. You’d understand not everything that isn’t human is a monster.”

“Maybe I should…”

“You know you can’t take me. Look, you got four choices. Carry on the way you’re going, and I won’t protect you. Join us and get some proper education. Go back to a normal life. Or leave town.”

“I’ll do fine.”

He stalked away.

“Just letting him go?”

I shrugged. “You really think he’ll last five minutes here with his attitude.”

Seb scooped the frail form of the fairy into his arms. “I’m taking her to Bruce’s place.”

That struck me as the smartest thing to do. “And?”

“He’ll last a few weeks. He’s good with the throwing blades, right?”

“And lousy hand to hand, and pissing off people who could be his allies. He’ll last a few weeks, if he’s lucky.”

I didn’t want the guy to die, but it was his choices that would put him in the ground, his choice to be an asshole.

Maybe I’d said something that would get through to him. Maybe not. Either way, I knew I couldn’t save people from themselves.

Couldn’t save myself from myself either, I thought wryly. I didn’t always make the best decisions.

But I knew better than to indiscriminately attack supernaturals…and not just because I was one.

In other words? I had absolutely no sympathy for the fool.