Tarrant had forewarning of the attack, but he still looked grim as he moved out of range of the fiery attack. This was not how he preferred to handle things.

He reached out with the dark fae to find his hidden assailant, willing blood vessels to burst, cell membranes to rupture. Whoever had attacked him would not die in pleasant fashion, but choking on his own blood.

Howard hadn't proved himself especially useful here, but Tarrant did spare a stray sword-strike for the goblin trying to choke the boy to death, carving a frozen furrow across the side of its face and down along its shoulder and back.