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petal tornado she was cocooned inside, and she shut her eyes tightly, feeling a little nauseous. What the hell was going on?
    Then, just as suddenly as it began, the cyclone stopped. Jasmine’s feet connected gently with the ground again and she struggled to regain her balance, feeling as though her entire universe had just been tipped upside down and shaken like a snowglobe.
    When she opened her eyes again, the man was standing in front of her, his dark glasses pushed back into his dark hair to reveal a pair of faintly luminous amethyst-colored eyes.
    “What the hell was that? And who the hell are you?” Jasmine breathed, her voice weak.
    The man grinned and held out his hand for her to shake.
    “That, my cynical little mortal, was magic. And I am Prince Duada of the Summerland Court, at your service.”
     
     
     

Three
     
    “You’ve got to at least meet the man I have selected for you,” Duada pressed, a plaintive note to his voice. He was awkwardly squeezed into the backseat of Jasmine’s little red Ford Taurus as she drove home. She had refused to let him sit in the front beside her, afraid that someone might see them together. In this part of town, everybody knew each other. Which, of course, meant that the rumor mill was in constant circulation. Eyes were everywhere.
    Nobody could be trusted.
    Besides, he wouldn’t stop fiddling with everything, and the last thing Jasmine needed at the moment was for his meddling fingers to cause an accident. And there were fewer buttons for him to mess with in the backseat. She was already feeling nervous about having him in the car, period, much less sitting beside her where he could do something crazy like take the wheel or yank the emergency brake. There was no telling what he would do, and since he clearly had a fairly loose grasp of human-made mechanics, she wasn’t taking any chances. Jasmine was slowly coming to terms with the fact that the man in her backseat wasn’t just such an absurdly handsome raving lunatic—he was a genuine, glamour-wielding fae.
    Even in her head, it sounded outlandish. But after his little magic show back in the parking lot, she had forced herself to shelve her sanity and embrace the weirdness that had blown into her life like a hurricane.
    A hurricane named Duada.
    “You know, that’s a ridiculous name, right? Duada?” Jasmine blurted out, glancing at him in her rearview mirror.
    He scoffed, looking slightly offended.
    “And you’re named after a flower,” he shot back. Then he leaned forward, his face poking out over the center console. “Anyway, you have got to meet this man.”
    “So what is this, then? Some kind of magical version of The Bachelorette and you’re the host?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow dubiously.
    “The Bachelorette?’ His brows arched for a second. He waved his hand off, dismissing his question. “Whatever helps you understand this better. It’s fairly straightforward, Jasmine,” the fae said, rolling his eyes at her as though she were a small child failing to understand basic math or something. “I’m here to help you find a mate. I was sent by the Queen herself to make you a match.”
    “The Queen? As in the Queen of—where? England?” Jasmine snickered
    “The Faery Queen, of course. The only one that matters,” Duada replied, his voice and face completely serious.
    “What? You’re saying my love life is so supernaturally abysmal that the queen of the faeries has chosen to intervene and fix it for me?”
    “Yes. Exactly.”
    Jasmine sobered up instantly. “Oh.”
    “Just consider it a form of, ah, reparation for the romantic misfortunes the universe has handed you thus far,” he went on. “Is this really such a shock to you?”
    “I mean, yeah, I’ve had pretty bad luck so far. But I didn’t know magical intervention was really an option,” Jasmine explained, dumbfounded by the words coming out of her mouth.
    This was insane.
    Impossible.
    “Could you at least deign to look at