us.” His beautiful mouth turned down in a frown. “You sure as hell weren’t supposed to find out I’m Fae.”
“You’re what?” Corinne heard the words, but for the life of her, she couldn’t manage to make them make sense. If she’d thought her life was surreal when she’d been in Regina’s nighttime wedding to a vampire business tycoon, that had nothing on her present situation.
“Fae,” Luc repeated. Seeing her blank look, he sighed. “As in Faerie.” Corinne couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. “Sure, Tinkerbell. Pull the other leg while you’re at it.” He growled. “That’s half the problem with you humans. We leave your world for a couple of thousand years and either you forget all about us, or you reduce us to cheery little balls of pink tutu-clad good cheer.”
Every time she tried to stop laughing, a chuckle escaped. She just couldn’t keep from picturing him two inches tall and wearing pink tights. At least, until she really looked at his face, and then she sobered right up. “You’re serious? You honestly want me to believe you’re a Faerie?”
“No, I want you to believe I’m Fae. Faerie was just the most convenient word I could use to make you understand. Faerie is a place. Fae means a being from Faerie. Calling someone a Faerie is like calling someone a France.”
Corinne nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again. Then she just sat there and felt confused.
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Shaking his head, Luc sat down next to her and rubbed his hands over his face. “No such luck. For either of us.”
She scowled at him. “What do you mean, ‘for either of us’? You’re not the one who just got sucked into the Twilight Zone .”
“Neither are you. Give me a break, Corinne, but this can’t be that big a shock. You already knew about vampires and werefolk. What makes the Fae so different?”
“I fucked one.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Being Fae is not contagious.”
She scowled. Again. Maybe her face was going to freeze that way. “But this changes…everything. You don’t understand.”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “I do.”
* * * * *
Luc understood only too well. In fact he understood things Corinne knew nothing about, and damned if this wasn’t the worst of all possibilities. The last thing he wanted—or needed—while he was stuck in Ithir looking for the Queen’s nephew was to find his heartmate. But here she was, and apparently no happier about it than he was.
It didn’t help that she had no idea what was going on and he didn’t have the time to explain. Hell, he didn’t have the energy to explain either, not when the entire thing had broadsided him out of nowhere.
Finding a heartmate didn’t exactly happen every day. As far as he knew, it didn’t even happen every lifetime, so how was he supposed to explain to a human that Fate had determined they were meant to be together for all eternity? The mind boggled.
He could understand her feeling that everything had changed, though, because it had. The minute she had looked at him and seen through his glamour, reality had reshaped itself, from a romp with a human he needed to complete his mission, to the first union with his heartmate. Just like that.
There was no other way she could have seen through the magic. Glamours didn’t fade in a couple of hours, and they didn’t require maintenance. Once cast, they just existed, for weeks or even years until the Fae who cast them called them back. Even another Fae shouldn’t have been able to see Luc’s real appearance once the magic had been cast. No one was supposed to be able to see the truth. Except for a heartmate.
The gods definitely appreciated a little irony.
Anu had. According to legend, the Great Goddess of the Fae had created heartmating. Disappointed by her Fae children and their
“You’re what?” Corinne heard the words, but for the life of her, she couldn’t manage to make them make sense. If she’d thought her life was surreal when she’d been in Regina’s nighttime wedding to a vampire business tycoon, that had nothing on her present situation.
“Fae,” Luc repeated. Seeing her blank look, he sighed. “As in Faerie.” Corinne couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. “Sure, Tinkerbell. Pull the other leg while you’re at it.” He growled. “That’s half the problem with you humans. We leave your world for a couple of thousand years and either you forget all about us, or you reduce us to cheery little balls of pink tutu-clad good cheer.”
Every time she tried to stop laughing, a chuckle escaped. She just couldn’t keep from picturing him two inches tall and wearing pink tights. At least, until she really looked at his face, and then she sobered right up. “You’re serious? You honestly want me to believe you’re a Faerie?”
“No, I want you to believe I’m Fae. Faerie was just the most convenient word I could use to make you understand. Faerie is a place. Fae means a being from Faerie. Calling someone a Faerie is like calling someone a France.”
Corinne nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again. Then she just sat there and felt confused.
“Okay, what kind of crack am I smoking? Because this has got to be a hallucination.” Page 28
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Shaking his head, Luc sat down next to her and rubbed his hands over his face. “No such luck. For either of us.”
She scowled at him. “What do you mean, ‘for either of us’? You’re not the one who just got sucked into the Twilight Zone .”
“Neither are you. Give me a break, Corinne, but this can’t be that big a shock. You already knew about vampires and werefolk. What makes the Fae so different?”
“I fucked one.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Being Fae is not contagious.”
She scowled. Again. Maybe her face was going to freeze that way. “But this changes…everything. You don’t understand.”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “I do.”
* * * * *
Luc understood only too well. In fact he understood things Corinne knew nothing about, and damned if this wasn’t the worst of all possibilities. The last thing he wanted—or needed—while he was stuck in Ithir looking for the Queen’s nephew was to find his heartmate. But here she was, and apparently no happier about it than he was.
It didn’t help that she had no idea what was going on and he didn’t have the time to explain. Hell, he didn’t have the energy to explain either, not when the entire thing had broadsided him out of nowhere.
Finding a heartmate didn’t exactly happen every day. As far as he knew, it didn’t even happen every lifetime, so how was he supposed to explain to a human that Fate had determined they were meant to be together for all eternity? The mind boggled.
He could understand her feeling that everything had changed, though, because it had. The minute she had looked at him and seen through his glamour, reality had reshaped itself, from a romp with a human he needed to complete his mission, to the first union with his heartmate. Just like that.
There was no other way she could have seen through the magic. Glamours didn’t fade in a couple of hours, and they didn’t require maintenance. Once cast, they just existed, for weeks or even years until the Fae who cast them called them back. Even another Fae shouldn’t have been able to see Luc’s real appearance once the magic had been cast. No one was supposed to be able to see the truth. Except for a heartmate.
The gods definitely appreciated a little irony.
Anu had. According to legend, the Great Goddess of the Fae had created heartmating. Disappointed by her Fae children and their
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