She bobbed an awkward curtsey in the air. "If you hide yourself with glamour, Princess, then how's a fey to know how to act?"
I started to come around Frost's body, but he stopped me partway with his arm, so I had to speak from the shield of him. "Would you have harmed us if we had simply been humans who were part fey?"
"You looked like those pretend elves that the humans dress up as."
"You mean the wannabes," I said.
She nodded. Her blond curls had fallen around her tiny shoulders in beautiful ringlets, as if the power had curled her hair tighter.
"Why would human wannabes frighten you?" Doyle asked.
Her eyes flicked to him, and then back to me as if the very sight of him frightened her. Doyle had been the queen's assassin for centuries; the fact that he was with me now didn't take away his past.
She answered his question while looking at me. "I saw them coming down the hill from where my friends were ..." Here she stopped, put her hands in front of her eyes, and began to weep.
"Bittersweet," I said, "I'm sorry for your loss, but are you saying you saw the killers?"
She just nodded without moving her hands from her face, and began to weep louder, an amazing amount of noise from a being so small. The weeping had an edge of hysteria to it, but I guess I couldn't blame her.
Robert moved around her to Eric, and they held hands as Eric asked Robert if he was hurt. Robert just shook his head.
"I have to make a call," I said.
Robert nodded, and something in his eyes let me know that he understood both who I was going to call and why I wasn't doing so in this room. The little fey didn't seem to want anyone to know what she'd seen, and I was about to call the police.
Robert let us go back into the storage room that was behind the offices, but not before he had the Fear Dearg come in and sit with Eric and the demi-fey. Extra security seemed like a really good idea.
Frost and Doyle started to come with me, but I said, "One of you stay with her."