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White Faerie elders.” She extended her hands to Rhiannon.
    Rhiannon raised an eyebrow. “I’m not your princess. I already tried telling that to Cerne. I have to go home. I need to finish my presentation for work. My promotion is riding on it.”
    “This is your life. You are our princess. The life you were living before is a lie.” Maeve

    gazed at her with crystal green eyes.
    Oh my God, does everyone here have green eyes? Talk about inbreeding. No wonder these folks were out of their gourds.
    Maeve reached out and stroked Rhiannon’s hair, brushing some from her face. “I realize it’s a little hard to comprehend, but you must accept your destiny.”
    “My destiny is Hobart and Johnson Design Group. I’m going to be a Senior Design Analyst.”
    “Sounds tedious.” Maeve yawned. “Slaving away day in and day out for what? Humans are so absurd at times. A wealth beyond imagination will be yours, Rhiannon. All you need to do is accept the challenge.”
    “How many things do I need to accept? First, Cerne said there was my fate, and there was my destiny. Now there’s a challenge? Can’t you faeries keep your shit in order?” Rhiannon threw her hands up in exasperation.
    Maeve threw her head back and laughed. “They are all relative, my dear.” Maeve’s peridot crystal eyes pleaded with her. “Without challenges we’ll never learn our fate, and without fate we’ll never fulfill our destinies.”
    Great. This winged psycho was going all philosophical now. Psychology and philosophy did not mix. “I don’t know who put you up to this, but I really need this promotion.” She searched for her cell phone.
    “Interesting contraptions humans tie themselves to.” Maeve dangled the cell by its antenna.
    “Unfortunately, they don’t work in Fey.” She flipped the phone shut.
    Rhiannon grabbed the phone out of Maeve’s hands. “It’s rude to snoop through other people’s property.”
    “It looked interesting.” Maeve smiled. “You know what they say, we faeries like shiny things.”
    Rhiannon shrugged. “That’s odd. I’ve always thought faeries had a fetish for socks.”
    “Socks?”
    “My mom always told me the sock faerie stole our socks from the laundry when one came up missing.”
    “That’s ridiculous.” Maeve wrinkled her nose. “Socks?” Ridiculous? Didn’t this woman realize how silly she looked and acted? Although Rhiannon

    had to admit the flying trick was rather impressive. “Yes, socks. Probably just a story to keep us entertained.”
    Maeve huffed. “I assure you there are better things to do than thieve a malodorous piece of human garb. That sounds more like a goblin’s or troll’s doing.” Goblins, trolls, and ogres, oh my! When was this insanity going to stop? She waited for some strange game show host to come out and announce, “Congratulations, Ms. Rhiannon Kinsley, you’ve won an all-expenses-paid trip down Psychedelic Lane!” Rhiannon broke out into loud guffaws. Fits of laughter racked through her body and then came the dreaded snorts, the uncontrollable Revenge of the Nerds snorts that put even the geekiest of geeks to shame. She doubled over, unable to control her laughter. Tears soon followed as she gasped for breath.
    “Rhiannon?” Maeve asked, reaching out to her. “Are you all right?” She knelt down next to Rhiannon and took her in her arms.
    “I’m fine. Haven’t you faeries ever had a good laugh?” Rhiannon wiped a tear from her cheek and shook her head. “Probably not. You’re too busy with your wings up your butt.”
    “Cerne is here.” A huge grin lit Maeve’s face. Not more than two seconds later, a knock echoed through her door. “He’s early. You need to get dressed.” Rhiannon glanced down at her long billowing nightgown of violet silk ruffles and some other unknown see-through material. It felt as if she wore nothing at all.
    “These clothes are light as air, yet they’re so exquisite and detailed.” She sighed. If she