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Brea took a deep breath, gazing around the park at the hundreds of fae celebrating the holiday. Bonfires roared in every corner, lively music played, and people danced under the stars. Gymnasts on stilts took great lumbering steps through the crowd, wowing the children from their great height. Fire-eaters and jugglers performed, each trying to outdo the other. Beautiful women wrapped in yards of silk hung suspended from the trees, performing amazing feats high above the crowd.
You fae are worse than humans, and I never thought that was possible.”
“You will never control me.”
“They’re there for the rare occasion I can get people out of Gelsi. Only those without full Fargelsi blood can cross the borders and the Eldurians protect them.
“Moira might be my wife someday. When we are free.”
“Get on the damn horse, Brea.” Lochlan jerked her forward by her tether.
“Fracking?” He grinned. “Is that a human world for f—” “Stop! I have delicate ears.”
“Ditto, Douchey Loch. See, I can call people things they’d rather I didn’t too.” “Douchey.” He paused for a moment. “I like the sound of that. What does it mean?” She choked on a laugh. “Erm… noble.” He nodded. “Then you may call me by that name if you wish.”

