The urge to defend the conclave parted my lips, but I had seen how the marshals in Wink treated Harlow, and that was before she got one of their own killed. Gossip spread fast among fae. Soon it would be hard for her to find work, and walking onto a job would mean watching her back. She had faced this new team and new location alone, and I got a bad feeling about that.

I picked a direction and launched my one-woman search party. “I’m going to look for her.”

“I’ve scented Harlow and the McKenna girl,” he called. “I’ll be able to track down where the attack happened.”

I kept walking.

“The lake is in the other direction,” he yelled helpfully.

I let my head fall back until the sky filled my vision. When no divine help was forthcoming, I straightened my shoulders and faced the naked man. My eyes wanted to map his body in search of more tattooed skin when I should have wanted to parade him through the brush in the hopes his free-range trouser-snake got snagged by briars or brushed against poison ivy.

“Let’s get this over with,” I huffed.

He chuckled under his breath. “There’s the spirit.”

He set off in the opposite direction, leaving me with a prime view of his muscled shoulders and a different kind of full moon shining below his waist. I didn’t look. For long. Nice butt or not, he and I wanted different things from each other. Not that I wanted him. I mean, I barely knew him, but he was easy on the eyes, and I hadn’t seen a naked man in…

“Watch your step.”

My head jerked up, but I stumbled over the knotted clump of vines anyway and fell against Graeson’s chest when he turned to catch me. Our forearms locked together while he fought to keep me from face-planting, and I recoiled to avoid touching more of his sweaty, muscled skin than necessary. I ended up smashed between him and a tree with him gripping my wrists at shoulder height, both of us breathing hard and fast.

“You can release me now.” Being pinned against the trunk by a naked warg seemed like a dangerous place to be. “Any day now.”