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be walking into.
    Hitting the smooth floor, I skid to a stop, taking in my
surroundings as I try and reign in the fire and my breathing. The light colored
limestone reflects the bright orange of my flames, and I quickly try to tamp
them down from running wild as I spot Shamus standing before me at what looks
like a throne. There is a woman sitting on the throne, looking at me, a sense
of wonder flowing out to me and making me feel calm, beckoning me to her.
    “Come forward, child.” Her sweet, melodic voice sweeps out
and over the space between us, pulling at every fiber within me and my feet act
on their own, seeming to float over the smooth surface
toward her. I have never been pulled toward someone like this; not even when I
found Blaine. This is different; it’s a feeling of belonging and of family,
taking over every ounce of anger that flows within me.
    “Who…Who are you?” I barely get out, finding it hard to
speak as the rays of sunshine pick up and illuminate the woman before me. She
is magnificent; dainty, yet strong looking with long, floor length orange-red
hair, her white-blue eyes smiling at me as she reaches
out for my hand. I’m suddenly full of fear that I am unworthy of her, and I
recoil, stepping back out of the sun.
    “Oh, child,” she smiles, standing from her throne and coming
to be only inches from me in a flash of blinding sun. “You have nothing to
fear. We are all family here.”
    “What?” I say with every ounce of rejection I can muster .
I have no family. No mother. No father. No one.
    “Not true, Lass,” Shamus breaks in, and I give him a nasty
look, letting the flames burn to life slightly so that they hover over my skin.
He shakes his head, reaching out and grabbing my hand before I can move, and his
touch douses the flames, and I’m left feeling as if I’ve been sprayed with
freezing water. “I am your Da.”
    What. The. Fuck is going on
here? I think, as my jaw goes slack and my eyes stare blankly ahead at this
man that is telling me he is my father. My mother had always told me, between
the liquor fueled rants and tear filled breakdowns, that my father was a no
good drifter who had wooed her, and then left her when she was eight months
pregnant. She always blamed my weird appearance for her strikeouts in the love
department, but that’s another drawer filled with skeletons in my closet that I
refuse to re-open.
    The woman’s hand sweeps out and grasps mine, sending a wave
of warmth through my entire body, bringing my stare to her bright and smiling
face. Her fingers come up to lightly brush my cheek, and the anger inside of me
disappears, replaced by something I’ve never felt before; the feeling of being
unconditionally loved.
    “Rowena, your time with us is short. Please listen closely.”
She leans in and kisses me on the cheek, sending a ripple of goose-bumps over
my skin as she turns and seems to float back up onto the sun bathed dais.
Sitting, she looks down on me with a sweet expression, a voice in my head,
telling me to take everything she says seriously.
    “We are your family, and Shamus is indeed your Da.” She nods
to him and he smiles at me again, crossing his massive arms over his broad,
defined chest. “My name is Siobhan, and I am the Queen of the Fae.”
    “And I am Kade,” the strong, deep voice vibrates from behind
me, shocking me as it feels like a million tiny lightning bolts flow up from
the floor and into my body. He is an almost statuesque looking man; his strong
features chiseled and defined by his perfect skin and white blue eyes that are
locked on me as he approaches. He stops only a foot or two from my frozen
frame, and his smile lights up the space around me, his laugh making me smile
as he joins the woman on the dais. “I am King of the Fae, and Siobhan is my
wife.”
    I subconsciously curtsy to them, and then, realizing what I
just did, I shake my shoulders loose and retake my indifferent stature, looking
back to Siobhan as she lightly