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return to Faerie when the Queen commanded him to do so. He’s not late for his curfew, for Lady’s sake, he’s sparking an interdimensional incident of epic proportions!”
    Corinne drew back from Luc’s vehement roar and glanced over at Rafe to see if he’d noticed the little display of temper, but Mr. Cowardly Lion had decided to examine his manicure.
    “All right. Sheesh. No need to go ballistic. It was just a question.”
    “You have no idea how badly I wish I could just put you under a sleep spell,” he said, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “It would make my life so much easier.”
    “Except, of course, that it would make it very difficult for her to help us find the Queen’s nephew,” Rafe cautioned, giving Luc a firm look.
    Corinne blinked. The idea that the Fae warrior could cast spells had never occurred to her. Of course, she’d never known anyone from Faerie before, so she really didn’t know what they could or couldn’t do. “You could do that? Just put someone to sleep?”
    “Not you, unfortunately,” he grumbled.
    “But you can do it to other people.”
    “To some other people, but to humans, absolutely. Which is one of the reasons why I need to conduct these interviews. I’ll be able to tell if the witnesses are lying. I might even be able to help them with details they can’t consciously recall.”
    “I can see where that would come in handy.” She shoved her notebook back into her satchel and stood. “I guess you can come along, then.”
    “Come along?” Luc shook his head. “You misunderstand. I will take the contact information you provide and do the interviews myself. Alone.”
    “No, you won’t.” Seeing him about to howl a protest, Corinne held up a hand. God, men could be so stubborn. “Look, whether or not you get any useful information from these people, I still need to talk to them to do my story. My editor gave me the assignment, and he’ll know something’s wrong if I suddenly do a shitty job as a reporter. I’m not saying I’ll put anything I learn in the article I turn in, but I have to do my due diligence. Don’t you think it will stir up a lot less interest in this whole story if we do the interviews together instead of separately?”
    She saw that Luc wanted to argue the point with her, just as she saw that he could find no good reason to do so. Satisfied, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a business card. Scribbling the address of interview number one on the back, she held it out to him. “This is the first place I’ll be going tomorrow. Meet me there at ten am, and we’ll see what we can find out.”
    He glanced down at the address and his eyes narrowed. “This is where we’re going to find someone who spotted Seoc?”
    “Yeah, why?”
    Luc passed the card to Rafe, whose eyes widened considerably. “Who did you say these witnesses are?”
    “A rabbi, three models, a sex shop owner, and a bartender.”
    Rafe snorted. “Walk into a bar, or are stranded on a desert island?”
    Corinne rolled her eyes. “I know it sounds like the setup to a bad joke, but I’m totally serious. Those are the witnesses of record to the elf sightings. Although one of them did call him a leprechaun. I’m not sure who, though. Probably not the bartender.”
    Luc snorted. “Someone thought he was a leprechaun?”
    “What?” she asked. “Is that one imaginary creature that really is imaginary?”
    “No, they’re real,” Luc assured her, “but they’re short, ugly, foul-tempered little bastards. You can’t mistake one for Fae.”
    “Yeah, well, the witness must have missed that day of Things That Don’t Exist One-Oh-One.”
    Rafe cleared his throat and handed the card back to Luc. “So tomorrow the two of you will be hitting The Pink Pillow?”
    Corinne tried very hard not to think about the way that sounded. She also tried very hard to push away the images it conjured of her and the Faerie prince over there tangled up on rose-colored