Chapter 13
Lorcan blinked his eyes. He was on wet cut grass. A fine mist was dampening his face. Even though his thoughts were erratic and his eyes were blurry, he could still make out a human coming toward him. He was a large human, and angry. Lorcan's dizzy brain danced with remembering his name. All the redcap knew was that the big bastard could hit like a troll.
The little fae scrambled to his feet and ran like a drunkard to the corner of the cottage, then around to the front of it. The front door was opening just as he collected enough sense to instant-travel far away from there.