Missy fidgeted. "He was angry about the rutting. He had a short dagger, and he made them bleed. Used the blade to make them smile. There was only meat left when he was done."
Harry felt the blood drain from his face. Jake? The young boy with the cheerful blue eyes? Jake? Had butchered two people? "What else?"
The tiny pixie tilted her head in thought. "His mind is a weed, Sir Knight. It has been tangled and twisted. The Jake-boy sensed me, and his mind tried to touch me. I was afraid to be caught in it, and I ran away to make my report."
Then her distress faded as she looked at the doughnut again. "Was my report useful, Sir Knight and Za-Lord Harry Dresden?"
Trying to keep the revulsion from his own face, Harry nodded. "Yes, it's yours, Corporal Missy. I may need your assistance again, so stay here after you eat it."
The fae shone with pride and gluttonous greed. As Harry set the pastry down, she dove into it, illuminating it in a pale blue glow as the doughnut simply faded away.