"I'm sorry about the cuffs," she tells him. Right now he should be able to only have them resting on one part of his skin. At least she's been able to lessen the discomfort somewhat. It could have been far worse.

"Never underestimate a fae," Evie says with a shake of her head. Her tone is low, too, a whisper so the vampire on the other side of the door can't make it out. She's older than him, thank goodness.

"He's overconfident." Harris, not JC. They weren't going to mention his name here at all. The others could be taken out, Evie was ready to lay her life on the line for him, but he was the lynch pin in the whole affair. Without him, they had no one and would incur Harris' wrath all the more.

"How are you holding up?" She looks for fang marks on his neck or wrists. They need him at full strength.