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explanation, Dee looked
blank. Utterly. At a complete loss for words.
    He considered himself lucky. At least she
hadn’t immediately denounced him as crazy.
    She was a trained law-enforcement officer.
She dealt in realities, all day long. He knew she would not find
his words believable.
    “You’re saying you’re from another
dimension?” There was a certain carefulness in her tone. She spoke
in the sort of voice one used to speak to someone who wasn’t quite…
right in the head.
    He didn’t suppose he blamed her. “In a way,
yes. Why do you find this so strange? Over the course of history,
your literature is full of mention of my people.”
    “Elves and dwarfs? Faeries.”
    “Yes.”
    “That’s fiction,” she exploded. “Come on. I
can’t believe I’m even standing here talking to you when you’re
clearly-.”
    “Delusional?” He lifted a brow, daring her to
refute his words.
    “Possibly.” She said. “Actually, definitely.
Look, Cenrick. I’ve got enough problems without adding insanity to
them. I think it’d be best if we parted ways now.”
    “I’m telling you the truth.”
    “This is ridiculous,” she exploded. “And I’ve
had enough. Just leave. Go.”
    He couldn’t say he blamed her. Were their
situations reversed, he’d probably think she was nuts too. “All
right, Dee. You leave me no choice-.”
    Immediately, she stiffened, one hand
automatically going towards her weapon. “I’m warning you—.”
    “Hold on, I’m not threatening you.”
    She didn’t relax. Or take her intent and
focused gaze off him for one second. He admired that. Dee Bishop in
full cop mode was a sight to see.
    “Will you believe me if I show you?”
    “No,” she growled. “Take your big self and
your weird story out of here.”
    Cenrick sighed. Sometimes actions spoke much
louder than words. He spoke the words of crossing quickly, feeling
that familiar tingling that told him the parting of the veil
between worlds had begun.
    Then he grabbed her arm, knowing they must be
touching in order to go together.
    “What’s happening?” She tried to tug her arm
away, but he held on fast. “Where are you taking me?”
    In the last seconds, while their surroundings
wavered before finally blinking out of sight, she fought him. As he
had told her, the gun fell to the ground, left behind. “To my
home.”He felt a sense of rightness, even though he knew his father
and Mort would not be pleased. They wanted answers and wanted them
quickly. Taking the time to bring a human woman back with him
wasn’t in the plan. But if Mort saw the same things in her as
Cenrick, they’d realize she would be instrumental in obtaining
those answers.
    The more time he spent with this woman, the
more he became certain he needed her help. Thus, he had no choice
but to show her Rune. He had to prove to her that the Fae existed.
He had the strangest urge to press his mouth to hers, to see if he
could turn that scowl into a smile.
    Instead, he tightened his grip on her while
her world vanished and his began to take shape. “I’m taking you to
Rune.”

Chapter Three
     
     
    AS USUAL, Rune was… more. More vibrant and
colorful, the sky sharply beautiful, the trees massive and leafy
and proud. Even the scent of fresh mown grass seemed larger than
life.
    While they reformed, Cenrick inhaled, not
bothering to hide his delight at the familiar aroma of home. Here,
he could feel the pulse of the earth, the energy that blazed
through all living things felt vibrant and close.
    He wondered how this human female would
react, watching as she turned a slow circle, taking in her first
glimpse of his home. He couldn’t help but wonder what she’d remark
on first. Would she exclaim over the glossy petals of the
multi-colored flowers, remarking that they stretched like neon
velvet towards the sun’s warmth? Or the way each blade of grass
seemed separate, yet together in a thick carpet of emerald
arrogance, reaching to be first in a quest for the