Well shit. Riley was gold just like Porsche and Pete. Smiling shyly, he goes in for a spoonful of ice cream for himself. The statement was so sure that Kinn at first wanted to contradict that. He wasn't a nice man. He wasn't a good man. He had killed people. And yet, Riley didn't give a rat's ass about who he was.

"You're one in a million, Riley. I'll fight the Fae off by hand myself if they ever show up."