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slipped free. Then walked toward the fairy
Morrigan couldn’t believe she was even
thinking the word. “Tell it to turn around.” She’d be able to see the
prosthetics. Of course, that didn’t explain the flying. Maybe there were some
wires hanging around she couldn’t see.
“His name is Carrick, King Carrick.”
“I don’t care if he’s ruler of the third dimension,
tell him to turn around.” Morrigan watched closely as the man in question spun
around. Her mouth dropped open. This couldn’t be. Fairies were myths like leprechauns
and the fucking Boogeyman. She suddenly felt the need to eat vegetables. He
fluttered his wings and she could actually see the muscles in his back working.
“Well fuck me.” The gun lowered, her lips still parted in shock.
“The story I told you was real. There’s a
war going on that humans can’t even see.”
Morrigan didn’t know what to say. How was
she supposed to process this? A man with wings shouldn’t exist.
“I mean humans no harm.” Carrick spoke as
he faced them. “I have fallen for your cousin, and she is now queen of the
fairies.”
“What!” Morrigan jerked her attention to
Brook.
“Um...didn’t I mention that?” She nibbled
on her bottom lip.
“I think I would remember you telling me
your now royalty to some...” she was about to say fairies. This couldn’t
fucking be possible.
“To the fairy kingdom. Yes.” Carrick
finished for her.
“Fuck me, there’s more than one?”
“Yes...and trolls.” Brook mentioned
barely above a whisper.
Morrigan sat back on that bench and
rubbed her temple with her free hand. Maybe she’d never made it to meet Brook. Maybe
there was some kind of car crash and this was the result of trauma to the head.
Carrick’s wings fluttered. Lots of trauma. There was another whoosh and
Morrigan nearly had a heart attack as another winged man came from the darkened
forest. Dear God, it just kept getting worse. This one had green hair and
spring-colored wings.
The ‘King’ looked pissed. “What?”
“I just received word there’s troll
activity on the Aran Islands. Several groups are gathering and boating to Inis
Mór .”
“Now? Why would they go there?” Carrick
asked then his face lit up. “Thame, it has to be Thame!”
Morrigan watched the interaction with
stunned fascination.
“We have to go” He placed a hand on
Brook’s waist.
“Hello! I can’t just leave her after
dropping the fairies-are-real bomb.” Brook pulled away. “I’ll stay here with
her and you pick me up, us up when you’ve found our man.” She lifted her chin
in a show of dominance.
Carrick frowned and turned to her cousin.
“You keep her safe; do not leave her alone for a moment.”
Morrigan lifted the gun. “You may be King,”
she said the last two words with dripping sarcasm, “but if you order me around
again, I’ll shoot your nuts off.”
Carrick glanced down at the items in
question then to Brook. “What is with your family and threatening my manhood?”
She watched Brook shrug her shoulders and
the green one pushed off the ground to fly into the air. It wasn’t like a bird
or plane but like a giant human butterfly. It was elegant as they fluttered
from view. Morrigan glanced at Brook then patted the empty seat beside her.
“Tell me the story again, from the beginning.”
****
Breena woke up with a smile. It lingered
through her morning shower and she tried her damndest to hide it from Gran as
they began breakfast. The sun rose outside the windows but her mind was on that
kiss. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, about it , The entire scene
kept replaying in her head.
“Iníon.”
She looked quickly toward Gran’s
outstretched hand and gave her the wet dough she was kneading. Another wad of
dough plopped onto the wooden board and she used the rolling pin to start
smoothing it out. Cookies were a treat at the market that Gran ran; when the ingredients
were cheap enough they sold them to make extra
Morrigan couldn’t believe she was even
thinking the word. “Tell it to turn around.” She’d be able to see the
prosthetics. Of course, that didn’t explain the flying. Maybe there were some
wires hanging around she couldn’t see.
“His name is Carrick, King Carrick.”
“I don’t care if he’s ruler of the third dimension,
tell him to turn around.” Morrigan watched closely as the man in question spun
around. Her mouth dropped open. This couldn’t be. Fairies were myths like leprechauns
and the fucking Boogeyman. She suddenly felt the need to eat vegetables. He
fluttered his wings and she could actually see the muscles in his back working.
“Well fuck me.” The gun lowered, her lips still parted in shock.
“The story I told you was real. There’s a
war going on that humans can’t even see.”
Morrigan didn’t know what to say. How was
she supposed to process this? A man with wings shouldn’t exist.
“I mean humans no harm.” Carrick spoke as
he faced them. “I have fallen for your cousin, and she is now queen of the
fairies.”
“What!” Morrigan jerked her attention to
Brook.
“Um...didn’t I mention that?” She nibbled
on her bottom lip.
“I think I would remember you telling me
your now royalty to some...” she was about to say fairies. This couldn’t
fucking be possible.
“To the fairy kingdom. Yes.” Carrick
finished for her.
“Fuck me, there’s more than one?”
“Yes...and trolls.” Brook mentioned
barely above a whisper.
Morrigan sat back on that bench and
rubbed her temple with her free hand. Maybe she’d never made it to meet Brook. Maybe
there was some kind of car crash and this was the result of trauma to the head.
Carrick’s wings fluttered. Lots of trauma. There was another whoosh and
Morrigan nearly had a heart attack as another winged man came from the darkened
forest. Dear God, it just kept getting worse. This one had green hair and
spring-colored wings.
The ‘King’ looked pissed. “What?”
“I just received word there’s troll
activity on the Aran Islands. Several groups are gathering and boating to Inis
Mór .”
“Now? Why would they go there?” Carrick
asked then his face lit up. “Thame, it has to be Thame!”
Morrigan watched the interaction with
stunned fascination.
“We have to go” He placed a hand on
Brook’s waist.
“Hello! I can’t just leave her after
dropping the fairies-are-real bomb.” Brook pulled away. “I’ll stay here with
her and you pick me up, us up when you’ve found our man.” She lifted her chin
in a show of dominance.
Carrick frowned and turned to her cousin.
“You keep her safe; do not leave her alone for a moment.”
Morrigan lifted the gun. “You may be King,”
she said the last two words with dripping sarcasm, “but if you order me around
again, I’ll shoot your nuts off.”
Carrick glanced down at the items in
question then to Brook. “What is with your family and threatening my manhood?”
She watched Brook shrug her shoulders and
the green one pushed off the ground to fly into the air. It wasn’t like a bird
or plane but like a giant human butterfly. It was elegant as they fluttered
from view. Morrigan glanced at Brook then patted the empty seat beside her.
“Tell me the story again, from the beginning.”
****
Breena woke up with a smile. It lingered
through her morning shower and she tried her damndest to hide it from Gran as
they began breakfast. The sun rose outside the windows but her mind was on that
kiss. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, about it , The entire scene
kept replaying in her head.
“Iníon.”
She looked quickly toward Gran’s
outstretched hand and gave her the wet dough she was kneading. Another wad of
dough plopped onto the wooden board and she used the rolling pin to start
smoothing it out. Cookies were a treat at the market that Gran ran; when the ingredients
were cheap enough they sold them to make extra
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