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“You’re making a mistake.”
Yeah. Probably.
Walking into a fairy circle in the first place had been a biggie. Following the pixie, trusting the dwarves, pissing off Lord Veron… all goofs I’ve made since I’ve been in Faerie. Eating faerie food. Toasting Dusk when the Unseelie guard tried to put his paws on me.
Falling for a Seelie male who can rule me with only a touch...
I shrug, and tell Saxon honestly, “Won’t be my first.”
And I know, deep down, that it won’t be my last, either.
He sighs. “It would’ve been easier if you just went through on your own.”
“Huh?”
“I wish it didn’t have to happen this way.” He steps toward me. His hands disappear beneath his cloak. When he reveals them again, he’s clutching a pair of those diamaint gloves. “Still, it’s part of the bargain.”
“Wait a sec… what are you doing?”
He pulls on one glove, then the next. “What I vowed I would. Goodbye, Elle.”
“No, Saxon, don’t—”
Too late. Before I can try to dodge him, the Seelie guard lunges forward and gets me dead in the chest. I scream as he shoves me, my arms wheeling as I go flying backward.
He’s strong. Really strong.
And I honestly never thought he’d actually touch me.
As I stumble past the imaginary line that marks the fairy circle, I realize that the nix’s prophetic comment from all those weeks ago—
“The Seelie are good? If I have to be bid on, I want one of them?”
“I didn’t say that.”
—has come back to bite me in the ass again.
Saxon might be a Blessed One, he might be working with Rys, but that doesn’t make him a good guy.
Damn it.
I guess my luck is still pretty shitty after all.
