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definitely a faery.” She looked away from him, staring at a bench that seemed as if it was<br />
carved of ivory. It was surrounded by tiny winged insects that shone like fireflies. They<br />
moved in a blurring arc and vanished.<br />
“Okay. In here I’m a mortal. So what am I to do? Do I just lie about?” Seth hoped that his<br />
being a faery wasn’t going to make him turn into someone who parsed words so oddly.<br />
Conversation with many faeries was infuriating. Sorcha was no exception.<br />
She gave him another tolerant look—as if he were the one being difficult. “You will do<br />
what mortals have always done for us: you will create.”<br />
“Create?”<br />
“Art. Music. Verse.” Absently, she ran a hand over the bench. The patterns on it reformed<br />
under her touch. “Everything you need is available here. Whatever medium.<br />
Whatever palette. Find inspiration and create something amazing for me.”<br />
“So my price for immortality is weeks spent here doing what I enjoy doing?”<br />
“Just”—she gave him a calculating look that he had seen on other queens’ faces—“don’t<br />
disappoint me. I will have your passion in your creation, or you won’t leave.”<br />
“No.” Seth’s temper piqued, and he took a step toward her. “A month per year. That is<br />
the deal.”<br />
“A month of fealty in Faerie was the deal. If you are to truly serve me, you will give me<br />
true art. Nothing offered to fill the surface only. True art. True passion.” Her tone grew<br />
gentle then. “Rest today, Seth. Tomorrow, I will return.”<br />
There was something hidden in her voice, but before he could ask any questions, a gray<br />
stone wall on the opposite side of the garden path opened. Devlin emerged from behind it.<br />
Sorcha gave a sad smile to Seth that confused him. “A mortal shouldn’t be allowed the<br />
autonomy and influence you’ve had. Three of the four courts have been touched by your<br />
will. Balance needs to be reestablished. You are out of the natural order and so must be<br />
nullified in some way. It is in everyone’s best interests.”<br />
Seth suppressed a shudder as he looked from the High Queen to the waiting faery. Seth<br />
had believed that the worst of the faeries belonged to Niall these days, but as he looked at<br />
the placid expression on Devlin’s face, he wasn’t so sure.<br />
The monsters don’t always look like monsters.<br />
Devlin gestured for Seth to precede him through the stone doorway, away from Sorcha,<br />
and Seth had to wonder just how far the queen’s lackey would go to “nullify” something<br />
she declared out of order.<br />
CHAPTER 27<br />
Sorcha came to Seth’s room again the next day—and the three that followed. She’d stay<br />
all day, for countless hours while he worked. They spoke of life and dreams, of philosophy<br />
and art, of music he’d enjoyed and theater she’d seen. They walked in the garden. And<br />
sometimes, she simply sat quietly meditating or reading while he painted or sketched. Seth<br />
couldn’t imagine being away from her. If not for missing Aislinn, he could see himself<br />
staying in Faerie. Out there, he had no real purpose, no direction, no family. He lived only<br />
for Aislinn. In Faerie, he existed to create Art. He felt whole for the first time he could<br />
remember, at peace and sure of everything. He’d come seeking immortality, but what he’d<br />
found was more valuable.<br />
Happiness. Peace. Home. It was tinged with an unending ache for Aislinn and a new<br />
sorrow that he’d be leaving Sorcha at the end of the month. His choice to be a faery had<br />
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