Alex always had the tendency to assume to much when it came to other sorcerers. If he'd associated with, or even seen, another sorcerer at a black market event, he figured that they were the sort of man who viewed all other creatures (humanoid or no) to be inferior.
"That little fairy stone you sold me a few years back made me think to call you," he began. Alex was short and had to straighten his spine to feel adequate around Andrew and his father. His narrow features tightened at the inconvenience and then relaxed again. "I've been making my own little collection of rare spell ingredients and while it's easy to create some of the nastier beings of the supernatural world, it's impossible to make a fae."
During his preamble, he ushered them into the kitchen and stopped to present the twins. "Vampire, werewolf," he pointed without saying their names. "All my own work, my own strains of the--what would you call it--virus."
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