Brooke made a harrumphing sound as she stood and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Come on, baby. Let’s go home so I can make you smile some more.”
He picked her up and strode to the door.
“I really am sorry,” I said, quickly standing and hurrying after the pair.
He handed her her shoes, and she waved away my concern.
“It’s fine. You can make it up to me by cooking something good for breakfast. See you then!”
And then I was alone with my fey.