Grimalkin yowled in pain then snarled and was about a quarter of a second from ripping the girl's throat out when Heiji intervened.

Mab turned and frowned at Heiji's interference. Something severely annoyed passed over her features.

Meanwhile Grimmalkin's fur burned blue around the exit wounds. The malk barred his teeth at Heiji. "You interrupt, fox." With conflicting orders he took them from the fae he owed allegiance to. He prowled around the outskirts of Heiji's reach, limping on his hurt paw, a low growl rumbling in his belly. "Mortal authorities." He made a hissing noise and spat to the side. "They will not avenge the use of the bane." His voice was awful, cats aren't made to speak human languages. Everything about it felt wrong.

"The girl was given a chance to leave peacefully." Mab said, cold imperiousness in her voice. Her eyes tracked Grimalkin, assessing the Malk's injuries. As far as she was concerned, whatever happened to the girl now as her own doing and if it provided play for her servitor, all the better. They could wait until the last minute and step through the door if they needed to. But it would be interesting to see how the mortals dealt with explosives in the middle of a park. Terrorism was such a fear among the humans these days.