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That was just like him He’d required endless reassurance that she was happy, that she wanted to be where he’d put her

She’d intended to go to that small world now, and die there, alone, when the Earth ceased to exist and so did she

But no

She was in dirty, hu her cloak around her, she whirled and stepped back through the door of the pub

And entered only the pub

She hissed, "This is unacceptable!"

"Awk, unacceptable!" the T’murra squawked

"I will not be trifled with! Show reed

Dust h a broken , spiraling suspended in a gentle, relentless current

Was the king watching her? StillShe was not his toy, his plaything She was a woman ould be free He owed her that o

Why would he send her to Dublin? "What do you want from me?" she demanded

"Ahat do you want?" the T’, Zara whirled and stor it to transport her instantly to the sunny floors of the White Mansion

A piece of toilet paper stuck to her silk slipper and she stubbed her toe on a piece of broken concrete she hadn’t seen in the dark

Still in Dublin

"Hey," a ht? Can I help you with anything?"

She spun stiffly toward the intruder in the endless Fae drama that was her life and her eyes widened infinitesi toward her, and as he ht cast by the streetlamps outside the pub, she realized he was a very attractive one, lovely in the way that had , with dark hair, the lithe body of a dancer and beautiful eyes

"I’htly

"You don’t look fine to erous place, especially for a woht, in such attire Co There’s a store down the street"

Zara belatedly recalled the diaphanous gown she wore beneath her cloak that revealed all, concealed nothing, and gla it to a soft, solid yellow

Nothing happened