<span style="font-family:Handlee">Faye actually thought for a moment that things could be normal. That she could just find a way home, crawl into bed, and sleep this mess away. Forget about Zander and the stupid winged creatures, get her car fixed, and show up for her next shift. She made it a few steps in his direction and had just stepped past him when he started speaking, his words stopping her dead in her tracks. She froze, her hands and arms very still by her side as he explained that the winged creatures were tracker demons, and that they had her scent. Her scent, unfortunately, would lead them to him, or at least make them think he was near. Long story short, he was basically telling her that she was stuck between a rock and a hard place.<br/>
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Her first reaction? To stomp her foot and wail about how it wasn't fair. She swallowed that reaction quickly, turning her head in his direction as he brought up the illusion. Her brain had already shoved that aside, making excuses and covering up something unusual. Biting her lip, she didn't turn around for a long moment. When she did, it was obvious that she was on the verge of something. Freaking out, a meltdown, tears... maybe a mixture of all three. "What am I supposed to do, then?" She asked, trying-- and failing-- to keep the whine out of her voice. "I can't go to my house. My car is fucked. You're telling me that you're the prince of hell and those tracker demons are after us, and none of this makes any sense."<br/>
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Forcing herself to stop rambling, she finally lifted her tear-filled eyes to look at Zander. Hastily wiping away the few tears that leaked, she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling for a moment until she'd regained her composure. "What do you suggest then, 'prince of hell'?" Lowering her head, it was obvious by her tone that she wasn't sure whether or not to believe him yet.</span>