Chapter 49: Smells Like Trouble

Declan had smelled the goblin when they first arrived in the ballroom. The stench of it emanated from the note Fiona had received and Declan knew he should get Fiona out of there. She would never agree. This was a work function for her and important.

Declan's instincts when on high alert. The goblin was here, but he or she wasn't going to look like a goblin from what Sean and Donal had told him. He glanced around every few minutes anyway. Fiona eyed him, but he couldn't interpret her expression. She probably wanted him to blend in, but being taller than most, he couldn't do that.

"What is your problem?" she said. "Can't you turn off your job?"

He looked at her straight on, her green eyes staring up at him. "Are you ever not an artist?"

"Point taken, but there is no danger here. I'm in no danger."

"You might not think you are."

Her eyebrows knitted. "How am I in danger?"

"I'll tell you later."

This was happening sooner than he'd expected. He'd wanted to get to know Fiona before he spru