Ahn-Bo wasn’t at all surprised that Blackwood approached him despite his very obvious cut. They had only met briefly at the Velvet Veil, but it had been enough that he felt he had some measure on the man. Particularly that interested spark in his eye after giving the werewolf an appraising look from head to toe. It wasn’t as if they were far apart to begin with, but they were definitely side by side now.

There would be no ignoring him now. Besides, he was probably some important wealthy son of an old pureblood family that Yeom wanted to rub elbows with. Ahn-Bo turned his head toward Blackwood. At least he was offering to share whatever party favor he’d brought. “Sure,” he said simply, and then presented a small flame in the palm of his hand. It was rather odd how much the British relied on their wands over the wandless magic the Eastern side of the world favored.