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shining in the sunlight.
    Dreams of faeries, lightning and rain had filled my sleep,
but more than anything, I’d been dreaming about Daire. I couldn’t shake off the
intense way he’d looked at me, or the fascination I had for him. So I was glad
to be out and about in the city next morning to clear away the cobwebs of my
tangled thoughts.
    I still hadn’t made up my mind about my dinner date with
Sabastien. I had already emailed Lauren, telling her the edited version of
events — no mention of guys trespassing in the garden or faeries. I blurred the
facts and said I’d met Daire and Sabastien by chance, which was sort of true.
She told me I should have dinner with Sabastien. What harm would it do to have
some fun? This was not good. Lauren was always wrong about these things —
completely wrong, which in the oddest way made her totally accurate. If Lauren
said I should go, I really shouldn’t.
    She’d also mentioned how great it was that my mum and
Orlaith had been given wonderful opportunities, but thought it was very unlike
them, especially my mum, to be fine about leaving me on my own in Edinburgh. This had bugged me too, a little, but I figured maybe they knew I was capable of
looking after myself.
    I breathed in the warm, fresh air, and headed towards the
shops in Princes Street. It was already quite busy with shoppers. For a few
seconds I enjoyed the potential of a brand new day — and then everything
changed.
    To my left was a fortune teller, a man, well dressed, right
down to the foppish cuffs of his green silk shirt that hung below the sleeves
of his black jacket. I’d seen him before, sitting there, and he was quite
popular with tourists and locals. But as I walked past he caught my attention,
and our eyes locked. He was shaking his head at me, as if telling me not to do
something. I kept on walking, but cast a look back and then stopped. I had to
know what he meant. Had he sensed something about me?
    I’d always wanted to have my fortune told, but had chickened
out last summer even when Orlaith had encouraged me.
    I decided to turn back, go over and see what he had to say.
I didn’t know what I was going to say to him. I needn’t have worried.
    ‘I don’t mean to upset you,’ he said in a deep, caring
voice. ‘But I have a strange feeling about you.’
    I gulped. ‘What is it?’
    ‘There’s something you’re going to do — and you should not.’
    Dinner with Sabastien was the first thing that came to my
mind.
    ‘Has it anything to do with a young man, or two?’ I said.
    He took a moment to consider his reply. ‘No.’
    ‘You don’t seem sure about that.’
    His dark eyes held my gaze. ‘It’s the only answer I can give
you.’
    ‘Has it anything to do with my mum or my friends?’
    ‘No,’ he said emphatically. ‘This is about you.’
    ‘What is it that I shouldn’t do?’
    ‘I don’t know, but . . . you’ll do it anyway.’
    He was studying me, searching deep. It was quite nerve
racking.
    ‘Is there any advice you can give me?’ I said finally.
    ‘Go home to London, before it’s too late.’
    The air turned cold and I instinctively wrapped my arms
across my chest.
    ‘Edinburgh is fraught with dangers for you.’
    ‘Someone else told me I was in danger from . . .’ I bit my
tongue. I couldn’t bring myself to mention about the faeries. He’d think I was
crazy.
    ‘But you won’t go home, will you?’ He sounded sad.
    I shook my head.
    He nodded. ‘Good luck to you then. I felt I had to say
something. Maybe it’ll make a difference.’
    I reached for my purse. ‘How much do I owe you?’
    ‘No charge.’
    ‘That’s very kind of you,’ I said.
    Suddenly a handful of silver coins were thrown down into the
fortune teller’s money box. ‘This should be payment in full.’
    I turned around. Daire was standing behind me, a cold
expression on his face.
    The fortune teller looked warily at the cool, blond,
statuesque figure of Daire.
    ‘Come on,’ Daire said