He didn't meet her eyes as he grunted and stood up. Walked out the door with that as the only acknowledgement of her apology. He preferred not to dwell on it. He was more upset about the loss of a good 18 hours of search time. 18 more hours for the kid to be convinced to eat some food in the Other Realm.

Daryl returned about fourty-five minutes later with two hot coffees. One for each of them. He set both down on the table and pulled put a small bag with individual creamers and some sugar packets.

"Didn't know how you took it," he said in a soft tone, retaking his seat and sliding one of the books toward himself. "So what kind of fae was that, anyway?"