"Carrick could be in danger? From whom? This angel? Give me a name, Hermes," the sharp claws tightened around the fae's neck as he leaned closer. "This had better not be some trick," he threatened. If it was, Hermes would pay for it. The fae was a fool if he thought that Russell wouldn't talk to his husband. Russell was used to the political games and trickery in the court of Britain's Royal Pack. He would not be played without consequence.