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Chaceledon came through the door, smiling sheepishly at Joseph. The fae sighed, scratching between Rheinhard’s eyes and along his cheek. Rheinhard leaned into his fingers slightly, closing his eyes briefly to indulge the petting. “If Klaus is awake…” Joseph threatened. “Aron is awake. Ferenzi...

Joseph gave her a hard look. “If you laid an egg, you might think of such lost potential in a different light.” He said coldly. “You’ve got to learn to expand your thinking. Protection, motherhood, loss, death, all in a single egg.” He set the cut up potatoes in a pan to fry them, sprinkling...

Joseph turned and thumped her lightly with the potato. “Think. Eggs are a symbol of great rebirth, but they’re also a coffin. A babe dead in the womb long before it could even begin. Cheese, milk? Motherhood. Birth. New life. Since you’re not a mother it’s disrespectful to the folk there. Dead...

“Well excuse me princess, either you eat light now or you throw up eggs all over the tiles in the Court.” Joseph snapped, following her. “If we’re going to do this you listen to me. Nothing but plant matter passes your lips. Tea. Coffee. Fruit. I’ll make you some damned potatoes but you don’t...

Chaceledon sat next to the tub to listen to her, making sure his shoulder was against it so he could keep the water warm. He had expected as much; falling in love with a man or woman who helped with nehmaji was very common. There was a reason that dragons treated it like a business transaction...

“I’m sorry for Joseph, as well. He’s suffered. Even other fae avoid him.” Chaceledon said softly. “And…the more I think about it, the less I want to become him. I don’t want to resent you.” He squeezed her hand a bit, warming her wet skin. “I miss Seteta. I miss her laugh, and the way she’d joke...

“Fair enough.” Joseph settled back. “All that I am she has done to me. I was just a human with stolen magic before. Now I am fae. I’ve watched my entire family wither and die. All six brothers, and their children, and their children’s children. I had to let myself fade from their memories for my...

Joseph chuckled. “Little girl I have loved more than you ever could, lost more than you could imagine, and lived through a deeper hell than all of it. It’s not the age, it’s the mileage.” He said coldly. “I’ll call you what I please and you’ll be grateful for it. Queen? Of? Your throne is...

Joseph gave her a look. “You’re young yet. Nothing delays Auctions. Not wars, not famines, not sandstorms, and certainly not a lone girl. We all have our part to play.” He said with a sigh, taking up his glass and sipping his whiskey. He watched as the bartender set tea in front of her, as well...

Joseph watched her sag, frowning. She was in a bad way and hadn’t rested for a while. He knew how dangerous spirits could be, fighting in the same body. She was already showing signs that concerned him; referring to herself in the third person for one. “You’ve passed Rheinhard around that much...

“I know Rheinhard. He’s a good friend.” Joseph said quietly. “But unless he’s gotten out from under the thumb of that wraith, I sincerely doubt you know him.” He fingered the rim of his glass, looking at her. “Explains the shaved head on said dragon.” The fae looked her up and down. She looked...

Joseph eyed her as she plunked herself down at his table with nary as much as a greeting. That took balls. He was a High Lord of the Winter Court, who had the ear of two courts, and was known in all four. Though he scarcely thought of himself in those terms anymore, it was clear she had no idea...

Chaceledon was about to give up. It was freezing and wandering from bar to bar hoping to find a fae lord wasn’t the best of ideas when they were dressed so lightly. The frigid desert was making him sleepy, and he found himself yawning as they walked to the next bar. At the very least the...

Chaceledon said nothing as they flew. The cold air bit into his back and raked freezing fingers along his spine. He hadn’t known how much the fluffy mane and tufted tail protected him from the desert night until he didn’t have it at all. He was grateful that Nailah wore his clothing; it saved...

“Will feel like four of you.” Chaceledon said tiredly. “I’ll be fine, Nailah. I’ll have to be fine. Just don’t kick me in the ribs like a horse.” He smiled wryly at her. Persian inclined his head. “I bid you good evening. I’ll be sure to alert Rheinhard where you’ve gone.” Persian said lightly...