LIM Excerpt Part 3-- Thursday is the day!! Book 3! yeah!

Marion looked back towards Lucas, but he was not paying any attention to her. He was turned, candlelight flickering off his black silk jacket. His hands were behind his back, and he looked very casual—if one ignored the fact that his fists were clenched, and his expression was too blank. As if he were working very hard to give nothing away. He set his feet, as though he wanted to back up but was determined not to. She felt the change in the air, as if it were charged before a storm, Fey power slithering through the room. Cerdewellyn. Marion felt a tug at her dress, like a small hand grabbing at her waist. Her body froze. Do not look down. Do not.Another gentle pull at her waist…just like her Margaret used to do. Heart pounding, mouth suddenly dry, she looked down, hoping to see Margaret one last time. It was an illusion; of course she knew that it was an illusion. But that was what made the Fey so powerful. They knew one’s darkest heart, one’s most secret desires, and even though it wasn't reality, one would sacrifice all just for the chance to believe. It made one's mind a traitor, a willing accomplice to living a lie and inviting death. Marion knew there was no child at her side, no little girl with beautiful big eyes looking up at her with adoration. But dear God she wanted it.