That Pitch had called it their new realm rather than his own didn't go unnoticed. Was it intentional on his part, a subtle manipulation? Or did he really mean to coexist with her as long as they were both here? She hated this, being torn between paths and not knowing which of them was the right course of action. Was there really nothing to be done about his being here? Or her own, for that matter?

Fists balling at her sides, Tooth zipped around the golden-eyed figure. Being still too long under that gaze was not something she wanted to be doing, not when the darkness was so prominent around her and her fairies.

"There's only one way this can work," Tooth said narrowly. She didn't like this and suspected he would like it less. Maybe that was her decision's only saving grace? "We need to lay down some ground rules..."