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he really had spoken the
truth which she still doubted – looked aghast, obviously deeming
her mad. He looked her up and down for a moment, then he answered,
“You didn't see me because I hid my true appearance beneath a veil
of magic. Your ancestors used to call it glamour. And the answer is
no. You wouldn't have taken your own worthless life, wench. I have
seen too many hopeless mortals in my time. Their eyes were empty,
bereft of any hope – so unlike yours. There is a fire burning deep
within you, woman, fueled by your anger. I can feel much pain in
you. Yet you didn't let it destroy you as any weak human should
have. You are very stubborn, redhead.”
    Now it was her time to stare. She fought the
urge to raise her hand to her shoulder-length, curly hair. She
always had believed it to be a dull brown, although it was
naturally highlighted with auburn streaks. No one had ever called
her a redhead before. After all, she wasn't anything special,
nothing but a nurse from New Jersey with a couple too many pounds
around her waist. Just old, plain Igraine, who had been let down by
her faithless fiancé. He had promised to accompany her on this
vacation to England. It should have been their honeymoon. She had
been looking forward to this. Visiting old, beautiful castles and
cozy villages with white, rose-covered cottages, having dinner in
pubs and spending passionate nights together, celebrating the life
they'd live as a married couple and maybe even making their first
baby. Being an orphan, all she ever had wished for was her own
family, and a cozy, laughter-filled place to call home. Was that
too much to ask for?
    Their separation had been over a year ago.
She didn't even know why she had finally decided to fly to England
on her own. Maybe she needed this to make a clean break in her
life, to forget all about this? Instead, she had ended up in some
godforsaken underground place, imprisoned by an elf who claimed to
be a prince and seemed to despise all humans. To add to her
distress, this inhumanly beautiful creature seemed to affect her in
a way she had never felt before. Just looking at him made her body
react. Her skin tingled, waiting to be touched, and she felt a raw,
carnal desire racing through her body, right down to the place
between her thighs that ached with need.
    “Stop it, stupid!” she softly hissed to
herself, at the same time hoping he had not heard it. Obviously,
she had not slept with a man for far too long. Certainly not since
her boyfriend, Stephen, had dumped her a year ago, claiming he
“wanted a girl he could present himself with” in his beauty doc
circles. He told her this after ten years of her waiting for him to
marry her, so she could have a loving husband and children one day.
It was all she had ever really wanted. The money, the prestige, it
only mattered to him, not to her. She even put back her own career,
quit her college courses in English literature, so she could work
as an unpaid assistant in his newly founded plastic surgery
practice. Fortunately, she was smart enough to attend evening
classes and get a nursing license during that time. Without it, she
would have been without an education after Stephen left her. Before
her ex-boyfriend got his medical degree, she had worked as a
waitress in the evenings, so he could finish his education earlier.
“Later it will be your turn,” he’d always had told her. “I will
make it up to you, I swear. You’ll lead a good life. We'll have a
big house with a large garden for our children to play in.”
    Now, Stephen was married to a 23-year-old
anorexic blonde who had come to his practice to get bigger boobs. A
few months later, he told Igraine about their affair and called it
quits. Igraine, now 31, had no husband, no family, no real
education and a new job as a nurse which wasn't very well-paid. She
had dedicated too much time working for her non-existent future
with Stephen, so she had never tried to make friends of her own. In
the evenings,