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"But ere trespassing It seeave?"

He sain, his face lit with amusement "You knohat they say, ’Don’t trust the fae’ "

"Okay" It was a co people said and the main point of most stories about them "Especially when they tell us not to, I suppose Where to now?"

"Back down the Troll road See those docks down there? Dana lives on a houseboat at the foot of the troll"

HE’d only visited Dana at her hoain: it didn’t exactly blend in

There were four docks; three of them had a number of boats of various kinds secured to them The fourth had only one A houseboat two stories tall, it looked like a erbread trie, yellow and red

Dana brought hiding in plain sight to a new level None of her neighbors, except the fae theh that she had been allowed to choose to expose herself or not-and she’d chosen to continue hiding

Charles was powerful, too But he had no choice

"This is it?" Anna asked, "It looks exactly like so a fairy should live in"

"Wait until you see the inside," he told her

For nearly two centuries he had been trekking along happily or at least contentedly, down a straight path His life had always been about serving his Alpha, as both his father and the Marrok, in whatever capacity he was needed

When his father had told hiive a public face to the olf, wolves Bran could trust not to screw up in public, Charles had agreed to be one of them Not that it would have mattered if he’d refused; in the end a wolf obeyed his Alpha or he killed him And Charles kneith an absolute certainty that left him content that he would never be able to take on his father

But that had been before Anna Now his life was about her, about keeping her safe As reed with his father about what the proper course of action to folloas, he and Brother Wolf were both concerned that keeping her safe and presenting himself to the public as a ere not compatible

This week, he couldn’t let so s on this It was necessary for the wolves to coed things

"Should we go see if she’s here?" asked Anna, still exa the houseboat from the safety of land

Dana, no doubt, already knew that they were there-he’d felt ic brush over his skin as they walked down to her dock, but she’d wait until they approached her properly

Dana, La Belle Dame Sans Merci, had conducted this kind of business for his father before She was being very well paid, but with a fae it was always a good policy to bring an extra gift in lieu of a "thank-you" Saying those words could be dangerous, as soation The Marrok wasn’t the only one bringing her a gift, but his reater than the rest combined Still, Charles could have presented it to her at the firsta special trip