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Wolf!”
“For fuck's sake,” I groaned and fell back on the bed beside him while tucking my arms under my head. Staring up at the ceiling, I tried to wrap my head around the conversation we were having.
“I can’t believe you watch Dr. Who. You’re a freaking immortal Faery with unimaginable powers. The bogeyman of the Light Fae court and Oberon’s right hand man,” I turned my head to him. “Am I missing anything?”
Robin rolled onto his side and rested his head on his palm. The reds of his plaits shimmered in the light and silver sparkled in his eyes.
“Hmmmm, let me see. I am an incredible lover. None has ever surpassed me. Extremely handsome and awe-inspiring and I am just Oberon’s humble servant.”
The snort nearly choked me. “Humble my arse,” I grumbled.
Robin carried on as if I had never interrupted. “And Dr. Who is quality television. I will have you know I have watched every single episode for more than fifty years. Newman, Webber, and Wilson were geniuses!”
“How did we get here again,” I asked.
“We were talking about the mounds and you said they were like the Tardis. Want to expand on that instead of how fucking fantastic the show is?” I held a finger up. “Not that I’m not saying it’s not fucking fantastic, mate, cause it is. Pure British gold. I would lay money the blessed queen never misses a Christmas episode. Now back to the point. Mound is like the Tardis why,” I drawled out.
Robin rolled his eyes but leaned in and rubbed my nose with his.
“The mounds are like the Tardis in the way they are outside space and time. While we are in here, we can also be anywhere and anytime. It does not really count in the outside world.
“Basically, this place is neutral. It is also heavily protected and would take one hell of a force to get in. Much less do any damage. No one in their right mind would mess with the mounds, as they are portals between worlds. There is always the possibility that if you blow up the portal it could cause a chain reaction and destroy all the worlds attached to it.”
My eyes widened at the last. “You have to be shitting me. The whole damned world would blow up if someone decided to destroy this place?”
Robin arched a brow before replying, “Well, no one really knows. It has never been put to the test. However, it is very likely and it would not be just one world but possibly all worlds. At the very least, the ones attached to the Mound.
"That is enough of the maudlin. I want to show you some of my world.” Robin bounced up off the bed and grabbed my ankles pulling me down. He grabbed my arms and hefted me up onto my feet. The warmth of Fae magic whispered over me and I was dressed.
“What is it with you and leather, Puck? Can’t you do jeans in this place,” I asked.
“Of course I can,” he replied. “But you look so much better in the leather. Now come along, puppy. I want to show you a Fae club.”
“Awww hell, why does that worry me,” my gaze was wary.
“Because it should,” he laughed as we folded away.
Chapter Six
The Fae folding ability took some getting used to. It was instantaneous but nerve racking. Jumping from one place to the other in the blink of an eye did not come naturally to most.
Robin had brought us to what looked like an average bar. That is if your tastes ran to fantastical punk. It wouldn’t be my first choice for a lad’s night out, saying that it wasn’t half bad either.
We stood just inside the entrance, which was impressive in its own right. There were large dark double doors with intricate carvings and iron hinges. Yeah, it could handle a siege or two.
The entry faced the bar, which was the length of the room. I could see the rich marble and dark oak of it from here. The back wall was covered in mirrors and glass hung from every available surface. It even had pulls for pints. I could definitely go for a pint about now. The rest of the room was a dance floor and several couples
Kelly Long
Madeleine L'Engle
Sam Fisher
Barbara Taylor Bradford
John Wyndham
Paul Dowswell
Josephine Law
Jack Bessie
Jan Karon
S. A. Archer, S. Ravynheart