Nyx

Did John think Nyx was going to volunteer his blood? No. He didn't think the pop star was even the right fae for the job, but Rain certainly hadn't been. He had faith he'd eventually find a fae that would do the trick.

To get to that fae, though, he'd do whatever he needed to. He wasn't going to just let Fox die. Painfully.

He had agreed to meet at a cafe that he'd never been to and didn't really fit in at. The baristas kept giving him looks as he sat against the window, watching people walk by.