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fought.
    Which way do I jump?
    This wasn’t a guy easily fooled. He liked to inflict pain, and it was more fun if the recipient didn’t want it. The moment Oberon pulled his cock out of Micah’s mouth, he spat out the cum he’d managed not to swallow and head butted the king in the groin.
    Seconds later, Micah was facedown on the floor with Oberon sitting on his back, pulling his hair so hard he thought his scalp would rip.
    “You little bastard. That hurt.”
    “Good,” Micah grunted.
    Micah’s head snapped to the side, and he groaned in pain. When Oberon threaded his fingers in Micah’s hair again, he tensed.
    “And that’s the last word you’ll say until I decide otherwise.”
    Micah tried to speak and couldn’t. Fuck.
    “Don’t worry. I take good care of my toys.”
    That’s what Micah was afraid of.

Chapter Three
    When Inigo came around lying flat on his back in broad daylight, he worried. No, to be honest, he fucking freaked out big-time. Daylight? Vampire? Never the twain? But even as he swung his head from side to side in a desperate search for shade before he turned into a crispy critter, he registered not only that he wasn’t on fire, but he also didn’t even feel vaguely uncomfortable.
    Well, maybe he did feel vaguely uncomfortable because he lay in a cobblestone courtyard with something sharp under his left hip. But nowhere near as uncomfortable as if he was burning to death. Not that he knew for certain what that was like, but he could imagine. He started to think about—then stopped himself. He was in enough trouble without letting himself get distracted.
    Three of the faeries who’d come to his shop stared down at him. He gazed past their faces into a brilliant blue sky and swallowed hard.
    I’m out in daylight. Fantastic.
    I’m in Faerieland. Shit.
    Then the one who’d done all the talking appeared at the edge of his field of vision.
    “You look like a black bug,” the faerie said and lifted his foot.
    As he brought it down toward the center of Inigo’s chest, Inigo grabbed the guy’s heel, twisted hard, and tossed him so that the faerie flew over his shoulder. Unluckily for the faerie, he didn’t have time to let out his wings.
    Before Inigo could get to his feet, the faerie was on him, and they flung punches at each other, rolling over the ground. Inigo ended up on his back, the faerie on top, his hands wrapped around Inigo’s neck. Shit, I should be able to handle one faerie. What’s the matter with me?
    “Cavan, no,” shouted one of the others as he tried unsuccessfully to drag off Inigo’s assailant.
    “Stay out of this, Ryn,” snapped the guy strangling him.
    No, stay in this, Ryn!
    Blood dripped from a graze on Cavan’s cheek, and as the faerie released his hold on Inigo’s neck, Inigo couldn’t help himself. He shot out his tongue and slurped up the dribble of red.
    “Yum.” Inigo grinned.
    “You little shit,” the faerie hissed and kneed in him the groin.
    Oh hell. That hurt . Fired up with fury, Inigo managed to land a few hard blows of his own before they were dragged apart, the smaller one called Ryn clinging to Cavan’s arm and trying to pull him back. The faerie’s reward was a flurry of blows to the stomach and face. It took two to pull Cavan off Ryn, and Inigo gulped when he saw blood trickling from a cut above Ryn’s eye. He pushed himself to his feet, dismayed to find he was shaky and even more dismayed that his fangs were prickling like mad, telling him they wanted more where that drop of blood had come from. Faeries were delicious, even big brutish ones.
    “Pick up your equipment, bug,” Cavan barked, brushing off his friends and then his clothes. “The king’s waiting for you.”
    Inigo wished he’d said no more firmly when the four had arrived at his shop, though he knew damn well it wouldn’t have made a difference. He should have run, burst out the door and bolted, but greed, gluttony, and pride had overpowered his common sense. That