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The Seelie Queen’s hair had spilled past her waist in a thick platinum fall

Christian’s hair had turned fro Seelie? Would the True Magic actually transform me into a Fae? Cripes First a sidhe-seer, with the blood of the Unseelie King in my veins, then the Sinsar Dubh, now a full-on Faery queen It was beginning to look like being "just Mac" had never been in the cards for o partway like Christian’s He’d ree Then again, this wasn’t a transformation I could afford to resist I needed all the juice she’d given rowled at my platinum-haired reflection, "Well, buck up, little buckaroo," in my best John Wayne voice

What I looked like, even whatever I iven ift because it could save our world--didn’tthat mattered hat I did with it

I hurried down the stairs, entering my paint-stained, wrecked store froainst the ja it The critical factor noe needed the song But an equally critical factor was: assuiven and hoas I supposed to use it? I had no idea how Faein the street, at the head of Darroc’s ar as V’lane made Dree’lia’s mouth disappear Unlike when he’d sealed the door to the boudoir with a steel gate, he’d not said a hen he altered her face He hadn’t even glanced at her So what had he done? Was it based on the power of er the power?

I studied the room with dried spray paint streaked everywhere, the shattered bookcases, the broken laed to clean a third of the smaller debris out the last tian to create a e of the way it had looked the day I first stuh the front door, so damned naïve, and met Barrons for the first time

When I’d opened the tall dialyand discovered the cavernous bookstore within, I’d fallen in love with every inch of the elegant Old World place with its antique rugs, suas fireplaces, acres of books, even the old-fashioned cash register

I lavished detail on the roo in my mind

Only when I could see my bookstore with perfect clarity, exactly the way it had been that day, did I open ed

Okay That hadn’t worked Tiure this out fast I was rather relieved it hadn’t worked because it had takenV’lane had removed Dree’lia’s mouth effortlessly and instantly, and I didn’t believe for ato save us, ht wait patiently for me to picture whatever I wanted to do with crystal clear perfection

I dropped down onto a crate, buriedvault I’d claimed for my own, quite certain it was no more an actual vault than there’d ever been an actual book or box inside me But as it? And how did I access it?

I went still, disconnecting fro what it had felt like to be consciousness and not one thing old radiated froilded surface of it, and I could feel raw, ferocious power e froolden light it was throwing off, and grear rays of sun

I experienced a sudden whooshing sensation as if I was being yanked from one location to another Then abruptly I was somewhere else