Evan debated if he should duck into the room, thus avoiding Simon completely, and possibly letting the fairy know that he had the upper hand in this, or face the bastard head on and let him know he wasn't the only special one floating around anymore. There might be enough magic in that fucker's little finger to obliterate a wolf, but Evan didn't think it would be quite as easy as all that anymore.
Plus, honestly, he was feeling more than a little defiant.
Instead, he stood by his door on the outside. Right there in the hallway. Anticipating at every second that the fairy would turn the corner and show his smirky bastard face.
If he'd had fur, Evan thought that he might have raised hackles at the moment. Not in anger or fear, just in readiness. He had to stop his body from crouching some. Had to relax his shoulders. Pull his hands out of fists. Slow his breathing.