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confidential, and said do not open until midnight.’
    ‘No, it said — do not open until Midnight is asleep.’
    I frowned.
    ‘Midnight,’ he said. ‘I didn’t want you opening the letter
when he was awake.’
    ‘The cat?’
    He was nodding.
    ‘The cat ? ’ I repeated.
    ‘But Daire had faded those words and completely changed the
meaning,’ he said, unfazed by my wide eyed stare.
    ‘What did the letter say?’
    ‘It was an invitation. Call me old fashioned, but it was to
introduce myself and to ask if you’ll have dinner with me. Oh and I’d added a
warning about not trusting Daire. Though I’d like to think I was less scathing
about him than he was about me.’
    I paused, needing to think, and breathe . . .
    ‘Are we done?’ he said.
    I blinked. ‘Erm, no. What about the faeries?’ No way was I
missing out on that.
    ‘What do you want to know about them?’
    I smiled, nervous, disbelieving, then became drawn to those
intoxicating eyes of his, his dazzling smile and charm. ‘Are the faeries real?’
    ‘Absolutely.’
    ‘Is that it?’ I said.
    ‘Pretty much,’ he said. ‘They weren’t happy with you though
I can tell you.’
    ‘You’re kidding?’
    ‘No, they had it in for you. They’d have pulled your hair
and given you a severe beating.’
    I interrupted him. ‘Hold on there. Is this a joke? I don’t
believe in faeries.’
    ‘Hmm, well that solves everything then, doesn’t it? Just
pretend you never saw them.’
    I glared at him.
    He sighed. ‘Look, I don’t want to ruin your good mood.’
    ‘Who said I was in a good mood?’
    ‘You looked like you’d found out some wonderful news when I
arrived. Had you?’
    Was I imagining the wicked amusement in his eyes?
    ‘No,’ I lied. ‘No special news at all.’
    He lowered his head and then looked back up at me, his eyes
scorching, alluring. ‘No word from abroad then?’
    ‘Not a peep.’
    Breath poured from his luscious lips as he sighed while
still smiling at me. His eyes searched mine for any hint of guile.
    I’m generally a very poor liar. I’d rather tell it like it
is or saying nothing, but I felt the need to defend myself. I didn’t want
anyone to know I was here alone.
    ‘Now that I’ve been totally honest, and answered all your
questions truthfully, will you answer two for me?’ he said.
    Two? My heart started pounding guiltily. Was he hinting he
knew I’d lied? ‘Sure.’
    ‘Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night, if you’re not
busy?’
    An invitation to dinner was not what I thought he’d ask.
    ‘I know this wonderful restaurant not far from here,’ he
said. ‘Great food, spellbinding atmosphere, quite magical actually.’ His smile
seemed genuine.
    I nodded. I could chicken out tomorrow when in the cold
light of day my common sense was back. Or I could put on my favourite dress and
have dinner with one of the most handsome guys in the city.
    ‘I promise to have you home before the witching hour.’
    I wished he hadn’t said that. Witches, broomsticks and dark
magic aren’t my thing.
    ‘I was going to say before midnight,’ he said, as if reading
my mind, ‘but I thought that would invariably bring us back to the cat, and I’d
rather not talk about him again tonight.’
    I was staring at him, fascinated by his looks, wondering if
he knew how he made me feel.
    ‘And no,’ he said, smiling, ‘I can’t read your mind if
that’s what you’re thinking.’ He smiled again, as if this amused him.
    Lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the garden.
Sabastien didn’t flinch, not one gorgeous muscle. ‘Just one more thing,’ he
said. ‘Do you enjoy flying?’
    I couldn’t imagine why he wanted to know but I told him
anyway. ‘I love flying, always have.’ This was true. The flight from London to Edinburgh had been fun.
    ‘Great,’ he said. ‘I’ll pick you up at seven.’
     
     

     
    The morning was bright, and
everything was washed fresh from the rainstorm. Even the cobblestones