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to change my opinion about Mitch Rakowski. I still thought he was a terrible flirt and I hated that he was so convinced he was going to bed me—which he wasn’t—but I got the feeling that his flirtatious nature and sexual innuendos were just a front. Although what he was hiding, I had yet to discover.
    We’d just finished eating at a roadside diner when I told Mitch what had happened to Raven when she’d encountered the Fae back in Austin.
    Mitch listened without interrupting. When I was done, he took a sip of his coffee then pursed his lips. “Does she know what type of Fae he was?”
    “I don’t know, she didn’t say. Is it common for Fae to be able to glamour hunters?”
    Mitch shook his head. “Not common, no, it’s rare actually, but there are a few who have the ability. They’d have to be pretty damn powerful. It must have been an older fairy, likely an elf, but from what you’ve described, he must have been a Fae from the Unseelie Court, which is unusual.”
    “How so?”
    He took another sip of coffee then went on to explain. “The Fae of the Unseelie Court rarely enter our realm. The Seelie Court fairies have measures in place to detect them. If he did come here from the Unseelie Court, he took a big risk.”
    I paused to consider all of this. “Is there any way to guard ourselves from glamouring?”
    “The best way is not to look any Fae in the eye, ever.”
    I frowned. “But if you’re talking to a Fae, wouldn’t that be kind of rude?”
    Mitch’s mouth curved up into a grin which was so wide and so sexy it made my stomach jolt. My nipples hardened and I squirmed in my seat. I tried to hide my reaction and concentrated on studying the features of his face. He had intense, dark brown eyes which sometimes made him look serious, but I was sure the lines around his mouth came from laughing a lot.
    “Given the choice, peaches, I’d rather be rude than dead, yeah?”
    Guess I couldn’t argue with logic like that. I didn’t however like his new nickname for me. Peaches was only a step up from sweet cheeks and a very small step at that. I chose to ignore it. I was sure he was trying to get a rise out of me, although why he’d want to do that was anyone’s guess.
    “Each Fae has a power which is unique to their species,” he continued. “Some can change their appearance at will and others have a supreme command over one or more of the elements. A few are pretty good at casting illusions.”
    I took a sip of my coffee then thought about all that. “One of the Fae I encountered was a telepath and I swear he could read my mind as easily as if he’d been reading a newspaper. It was creepy.”
    Mitch nodded. “I’ve met a couple who can do that. There are rumours that some of the Fae are able to shift between dimensions, but I don’t know how true that is. Most of them can transport themselves from one place to another in the blink of an eye, and they all have the ability to enter the Fairy Realm without the use of a portal.”
    “And the prince of the Seelie Court? What abilities does he have?”
    Mitch sighed and turned to stare out of the window, seemingly lost in thought. He had a great profile and his momentary distraction gave me the chance to study it. His nose was strong and his chin was slightly angular and covered in a light dabbling of stubble. He had unruly hair, a few weeks past needing a cut, but it looked good on him. When he turned back to me, his expression was grim.
    “I know that Avery is good at creating illusions, but I don’t know what else he can do. He’s definitely powerful, incredibly so. Whatever you do, don’t trust him. If it comes to it, you shouldn’t trust any of the Fae, however friendly they appear. And the most important thing you need to know is that you should never ever accept help from a Fae, even if it’s freely offered and they don’t ask for anything in return.”
    I’d never heard anything like that in relation to a Fae and it intrigued me. I