"Harry, what just happened?" Murphy demanded; it was pretty reasonable, I had to hand her that - unfortunately I was wondering the same thing, since I certainly hadn't snatched us out of the teeth of danger this time, and couldn't exactly answer it, so I just gestured at the tiny wildfae spiralling around us, laughing and shimmering with magic.

"We saved you!" one little fae said, pirouetting in midair and then diving to cling to my duster collar. "You do for us," she smiled, though it was hard to tell on her tiny face, "we come for you, Wildfae Lord!"

Oh hell's bells, this was going to be a disaster, and I swore I had no idea what I'd even done . . . again.