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Allow him to see the Fae … and …”
    “And what? Would he run from the Fae he saw? Not your father ! And then what? He could not shift, and they could! No …” Again he was shaking his head and this time his fist as well. “At any rate, my Fae standing, my powers, did not allow me to give such a gift—and for good reason, child.”
    “Never mind, Nuad … fate played her trick on us, but now … now things will be different.”
    “How do you mean?”
    I told him then. I told him what I was planning and how I meant to accomplish my goals. I told him what I had been doing—about the Dark Magic I had taught myself and just how I meant to use it.
    He stood back from me and breathed a low whistle. “You have the warp spasm in your blood.”
    “And what is that?”
    “The Druid battle cry to avenge—but be careful, little one. The warp spasm has a knack of turning nasty, and it could turn you into a being you don’t really want to become …”
    After Nuad left, I thought about what he’d said.
    Who was I ? Some silly girl who bopped around life without a care as I trusted fate was on my side. I had been a fool, but no longer.
    I looked into myself. There was only one person inside me now, and that person was going to be a killer. That person felt a desperate need for revenge. That person … that person was already someone I didn’t recognize.
    * * *
    Damn it to all that is Sacred . By Danu, this was wrong—I, Danté, Royal Prince of Lugh, had nearly as many years as our queen. I had experience, wisdom, and the characteristic of slow practicality to draw on when needed.
    I should not have been required to play nursemaid to this single-minded twerp of a girl! She was no more than a savage.
    Breslyn said the queen was pleased with the success of my earlier assignment. I was pleased that she was pleased—because I bloody well was not!
    Breslyn said this time it would be easier for me to deal with a female human because this one was not all human. Ha! It wasn’t the human in her that worried me … it was the devil.
    Daoine—she was a Daoine Fae. What did I know of the Daoine? They were a snooty troop of intellectual Fae that had never bothered overall with the rest of us.
    I didn’t like this assignment, but at least this time my mission was more complicated than ‘watch and listen’ like the last one—although I did much more than that …
    Radzia MacDaun was a Fae, and so the non-interference clause in our Treaty with Man didn’t enter in this situation. I could interfere as much as I bloody well pleased.
    I was supposed to meet with her and do everything in my power to protect her. She didn’t think she needed protection. I saw in her such arrogance and dangerous self-assurance—so much so that she really couldn’t see what was right before her eyes. She was blinded by her rage. She thought she would be smart enough, quick enough, magic enough to take Gaiscioch down. She was a fool.
    She was in far more danger than she realized. She thought because she was immortal and part Fae she was a match for Gaiscioch. A very silly, smug, stupid supposition—and one that could end in her death. Our queen did not want her dead. Our queen wanted her well and fit and fighting for us here in beloved Scotland.
    So I was there against my better judgment but at the will of my queen. I could have refused. Aye, but I did that once, thousands of years ago—and found myself told to think over the error of my ways in the middle of the galaxy on a barren meteor with most of my powers gone.
    The queen could be testy when disobeyed.
    So I supposed this was better than that, but not much better.
    This time, however, I had thought it all through beforehand. No more charging about, flirting with my human female mission. No more giving and offering. No more baring myself to a human female—looking for love because of a winning smile and a bright, warm soul. No more—no more hurting. That’s right  … no more!
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