He snorted lightly, then flung his weight to one side, pulling Sam over onto one side with him. Unfortunately, the pillow Matthias fell on was still damp and sticky with blood. Woops. The bite Sam left healed quickly. Already the torn skin was sewn back together, dark bruises surrounding the scabbing that marked where Sam's teeth ripped into him. The mere memory of it made Matthias' skin tingle.

"I saw you take that Fae's card at the party. What are you plotting?"