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Finally, his patience obviously fraying, Drustan had ordered the staff off to bed, firmly closed the library door, then, after a ainst it
Must you endure that all the time? he’d deh there are solance in Gabby’s direction, who bash ht This said with a fine show of rubbing his lip, the one she’d split, and a faint insouciant grin
She’d had to clench her hands into little fists to keep herself fro Ada visible, damn it all Why couldn’t he have just stayed cursed? Was that so much to ask?
He’d needed her then But no er was she a necessary intermediary And there were dozens of other wo he er She’d felt suddenly, inexplicably bereft
Scowling, she’d feigned exhaustion, in noother wo around and see if they h s to get to hiy questions she’d been firing at Adah to show her to a chamber
Gabby’d been pleasantly surprised to find it was no outbuilding but a lovely suite of rooh French doors that overlooked a garden After Gwen had hastened off, she’d been even more pleasantly surprised to discover a half-full decanter of wine on the bedside table
She wasn’t so happy about it this , however
Nor about the fact that she’d ended up creeping out into the hall and purloining refreshments from two other "chambers" before she’d drifted off to sleep in a wine-sodden stupor
She glanced at the bed and scowled No wonder she felt so awful It didn’t look as if she’d done any sleeping there; it looked ht she’d been passed out The silky sheets were knotted, the down comforter added, and two of the plush velvet bed curtains had been torn down fro so tipsy that when she’d tried to get out of bed and go to the bathrooled up in theue ht have cried last night Over all kinds of stupid things: boyfriends and blown jobs andfairies she couldn’t figure out
She’d caught herself picking up the phone, thinking of calling her ht, to say what? Hi, Mom, I really need to talk to you about this fairy I met? Gram’s dead and I don’t have anyone else? Ha
Co her throbbing teed to dial through before she hung up She couldn’t quite remember, but she’d just stepped over a phone book on the floor And it was open to the international dialing page, and that wasn’t a good sign
With a ently, so all her tiny hair follicles--God, her head hurt--wouldn’t scream too much in protest, then opened the door and stepped into the corridor beyond She’d never been able to handle alcohol
Aspirin, she needed aspirin
A week ago, she brooded, striking off to the left (deciding after a ood as any other in the labyrinthine s had been so clear She’d known exactly who she was and what her place was in the world
She’d been an O’Callaghan, doing what she’d been raised to do, concealing herself fro a bang-up job of it for thetortured by one of those nasty, inhuman fairies, albeit an impossibly seductive one, in hu protected by said impossibly seductive fairy in human form from some truly nasty, inhu in a dreanificent castle in Scotland with a Fae prince who did all kinds of non-nasty, non-inhu tadpoles to lakes, and saving people’s lives
Not towith all the otherworldly splendor of a horny angel
A Fae prince whom virtually every woman in the castle wanted in her bed; and, fro to waste any tiet him there