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procedures, as well as a general knowledge of crime scene protocol.”
He paused, and I nodded again. “Okay. Sounds all right so far.”
“You will find it easier to accept the supernatural world while shunning the human world, walking between both existences. You must work diligently to maintain your humanity and your reality. You can’t afford to lose them or you may not find your way out of this dual existence. But you must be equally active in the world of myth and legend and at the same time always remember that you’re not truly one of our world. It can be dangerous to forget that.”
“Wait. Are you threatening me?” I demanded, setting my napkin on the table and making moves to stand.
He laughed, but it was bitter. “No, Maddy. Sit. But that brings up another point. There are consequences for both failure and success.”
I emulated him by arching a brow.
“Fail to succeed and the High Council can order your execution. Succeed and your enemies can order your assassination.”
I started to laugh and then realized he was serious. “Damned either way, huh?”
“Making it out alive will be the truest measure of success you can have.”
I looked down, resettling my napkin in my lap. I didn’t know what to say. It seemed that to say I was a condemned woman would not have conveyed heavily enough the situation. Bahlin mercifully continued, moving my thoughts on to the next point of consideration.
“You’ll have a basic knowledge of fighting skills, and a sort of sixth sense about things, though you’ll always end up backing that intuition with logic. Listen to your gut because, in my experience, it won’t lead you wrong and your head will get there eventually.” He grinned.
My head was spinning and I hadn’t had enough wine to justify the dizziness yet. I intended to rectify that, especially if Bahlin could resolve a hangover as easily as he could a headache. But wine didn’t seem a fast enough solution. Now a tall glass of whisky—that sounded more promising. I waved my hand in a circle indicating he should continue while I contemplated moving the curtain aside to look for our waiter.
“You’ll be in contact with the High Council on a regular basis, which means—”
“That you should have invited me, old chap.” The curtain parted and Tarrek, First Prince of Faerie, stepped through.
Chapter Four
He was even more luscious in person than he had been in my dream. Tarrek wore all black again, and his eyes gleamed an unnatural green in the low light. I realized the color was eating away at the pupil in his eyes as they filled with some sort of light, glowing softly with strong emotion.
Bahlin seemed unimpressed and looked back at me, essentially dismissing Tarrek. “I didn’t know we needed a chaperone for our evening out, Maddy. My most sincere apologies.”
Tarrek’s eyebrows shot halfway up his brow. “Am I interrupting a date?”
“No,” I said at the same time Bahlin said, “Yes.” He glared at me. I glared back.
“We were discussing my role as the potential Niteclif,” I said, assuming that if the guy really was the First Prince of Faerie he would know about my great-granddad.
“Ah, yes. There are some rules you’ll need to know about from the fae side of things.” He slid into the booth next to me, and I shifted so I could see him. He leaned over to kiss my cheek.
Bahlin growled, and Tarrek stared at him, a slight wind coming off of him and stirring the long hair of both men.
“Enough,” I whispered harshly. Neither of them backed down. “E-nough,” I snapped, and both men turned to look at me. I suddenly realized I was trapped up against the wall with two supernatural creatures facing off in front of me. How did I keep managing to get myself stuck in a literal corner around the monsters?
“One thing you need to know is that we are both High Council members,” Tarrek said, turning back to stare at Bahlin. “Neither of us rule, though both of us attempt to
He paused, and I nodded again. “Okay. Sounds all right so far.”
“You will find it easier to accept the supernatural world while shunning the human world, walking between both existences. You must work diligently to maintain your humanity and your reality. You can’t afford to lose them or you may not find your way out of this dual existence. But you must be equally active in the world of myth and legend and at the same time always remember that you’re not truly one of our world. It can be dangerous to forget that.”
“Wait. Are you threatening me?” I demanded, setting my napkin on the table and making moves to stand.
He laughed, but it was bitter. “No, Maddy. Sit. But that brings up another point. There are consequences for both failure and success.”
I emulated him by arching a brow.
“Fail to succeed and the High Council can order your execution. Succeed and your enemies can order your assassination.”
I started to laugh and then realized he was serious. “Damned either way, huh?”
“Making it out alive will be the truest measure of success you can have.”
I looked down, resettling my napkin in my lap. I didn’t know what to say. It seemed that to say I was a condemned woman would not have conveyed heavily enough the situation. Bahlin mercifully continued, moving my thoughts on to the next point of consideration.
“You’ll have a basic knowledge of fighting skills, and a sort of sixth sense about things, though you’ll always end up backing that intuition with logic. Listen to your gut because, in my experience, it won’t lead you wrong and your head will get there eventually.” He grinned.
My head was spinning and I hadn’t had enough wine to justify the dizziness yet. I intended to rectify that, especially if Bahlin could resolve a hangover as easily as he could a headache. But wine didn’t seem a fast enough solution. Now a tall glass of whisky—that sounded more promising. I waved my hand in a circle indicating he should continue while I contemplated moving the curtain aside to look for our waiter.
“You’ll be in contact with the High Council on a regular basis, which means—”
“That you should have invited me, old chap.” The curtain parted and Tarrek, First Prince of Faerie, stepped through.
Chapter Four
He was even more luscious in person than he had been in my dream. Tarrek wore all black again, and his eyes gleamed an unnatural green in the low light. I realized the color was eating away at the pupil in his eyes as they filled with some sort of light, glowing softly with strong emotion.
Bahlin seemed unimpressed and looked back at me, essentially dismissing Tarrek. “I didn’t know we needed a chaperone for our evening out, Maddy. My most sincere apologies.”
Tarrek’s eyebrows shot halfway up his brow. “Am I interrupting a date?”
“No,” I said at the same time Bahlin said, “Yes.” He glared at me. I glared back.
“We were discussing my role as the potential Niteclif,” I said, assuming that if the guy really was the First Prince of Faerie he would know about my great-granddad.
“Ah, yes. There are some rules you’ll need to know about from the fae side of things.” He slid into the booth next to me, and I shifted so I could see him. He leaned over to kiss my cheek.
Bahlin growled, and Tarrek stared at him, a slight wind coming off of him and stirring the long hair of both men.
“Enough,” I whispered harshly. Neither of them backed down. “E-nough,” I snapped, and both men turned to look at me. I suddenly realized I was trapped up against the wall with two supernatural creatures facing off in front of me. How did I keep managing to get myself stuck in a literal corner around the monsters?
“One thing you need to know is that we are both High Council members,” Tarrek said, turning back to stare at Bahlin. “Neither of us rule, though both of us attempt to
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