![]() We were standing in a pool of yellow light, but there were pinpricks of every color of will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes, swirling like a tiny cloud of colored fireflies. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. He let the cloak slide off his shoulders, spilling it over one arm. I have felt your power, Princess, I cannot deny it.Įasily done, he said, and undid the cloak at his neck. The movement pulled some of his hair farther out of his cloak to fold under but not fall free as he straightened his neck. ![]() His head cocked to one side, studying me. I think so, but I'd need to see the hair without the cloak to be sure. I'd never heard him ask anyone's opinion of anything. The mounds remind me of the plaza in Washington, D. It startled me to realize how far away I'd been. I was still walking at his side, hands on his arm, but for a moment only my body had been there. Your thoughts are far away, Meredith, Doyle said. Sad to think that the fey's glory days are passed and us being here in this place is proof of that. His eyes were just black mirrors once more. Sad to know that the glory days passed this place by long before we arrived. Sad to think that Washington may someday be a tired ruin. I closed my eyes, suddenly dizzy and nauseated. Would you prefer that we be out among the humans, working with them, mating with them like the fey that stayed behind in Europe? They are no longer fey, just another minority. Every once in a while the tabloids say that Hitler's grandson has been found. They never found his mistress, Eva Braun. ![]() The allies found Hitler and all the wizards hanging up by their feet in his underground bunker. Humans would have felt the need to distance themselves from him, to warn him of their change of heart, or maybe that was an American ideal. Hitler used the wizards he'd gathered to trap and destroy the lesser fey. I'm sorry, Doyle, were you speaking to me? I shook my head. He kept walking but turned his face full to me, never missing a step. I've never seen your hair when it wasn't braided or tied in a club. His skin felt like anyone's skin, but light didn't reflect off skin, not like that. I was touching his arm, so I could feel the warmth, the muscles underneath, the softness of his skin. It was almost as if his skin reflected the lights like carved and polished wood. The lights played over his face, painting colored shadows against his black skin. What were you thinking about so very hard? he asked.
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