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goblins did there? I’d certainly never been near their home. Outsiders kept out or they didn’t come back.
    I sighed and made my way toward my offices, where I’d been planning to go once I’d gotten what I needed from Siobhan. At least, before I started playing chase with a couple of tear-away goblins. Couldn’t one day in my job be straightforward?
     
     

     
    The office was new. It was my concession to the fact that, if I was going to make a living now that the coven hated me, I needed to expand my business beyond just the gigs that I got through them and a couple of trusted insurers. That meant prestige. Stability. Enough room to actually accommodate my legal advisor.
    I’d acquired office space above a firm of accountants, some cheap office furniture, even a simple website proclaiming me open for business. Fergie had built the website. Combine that with his spying on the coven, and I was starting to believe he had many untapped talents.
     “Hi, Elle.” Fergie was waiting for me when I got in, looking very smart in a neatly tailored, if slightly worn, suit. Although his dark hair did stick up at rakish, untamable angles, he didn’t make my heart rate increase like Niall did. Possibly, it was just something about the word ‘lawyer.’ Or possibly not. “I didn’t know when you’d be back to the office.”
    “Text me anytime,” I said. “Here’s your haggis, tatties and neeps.” I handed him the take-away container. “I still don’t know how you can eat them.”
    “These are wonderful. Thank you.” Fergie smiled at me in such an open way that I couldn’t help smiling back.
    “Want to eat lunch with me today?” I asked. When he held up the box, I shook my head. “I’ll be having salad.”
    Fergie started to smile, but then stopped himself. “I think you might already have plans. Niall’s in your inner office waiting for you.”
    “Niall’s here?” Here when he hadn’t been back at his own house. His comings and goings were proving increasingly impossible to keep track of.
    Fergie nodded. “Another time then?”
    “Sure. Why not?”
    I only hoped Fergie wasn’t looking for anything out of lunch with me beyond the meal. Oh, Fergie was pretty good looking, in an outdoorsy kind of way, yet next to the impeccable man who sat on the edge of my desk, there was no comparison.
    I walked into my inner sanctum and smiled a hello. “Niall. What a lovely surprise! What are you doing here?”
    He did come down to my work place, but not that often. He had plenty of his own, after all, even if I’d never been entirely clear on what he did. There was a little talk about deals from his PA, Marie, but beyond that, I’d never asked for the details.
    “Hello, Elle. Have a bit of excitement down at the Fringe Festival?” Niall asked, cocking his head.
    “How…” I paused. I knew how he could do it. The same way I would. He could feel the mix of emotions that still clung to me in the aftermath of my encounter with the goblins. It didn’t mean he knew details, just that something had happened. “It was… interesting.”
    “Tell me.”
    “In a bit,” I said. I would much rather look at him than talk about Dougie. Niall was, quite simply, the best-looking man I’d ever seen, and I didn’t just think that was just because he happened to be the man I loved. Or just because he had the preternatural attractiveness of any enchanter/vampire. Dressed in a full three-piece suit that would have made anyone else look like they were in a costume for the festival, he simply looked perfect, like a Renaissance artist’s model who had stopped off in a nineteenth-century tailor on his way to the present.
    “Niall?” I kissed him. I couldn’t be in the same room as him and not kiss him. I’d discovered that at some length over the past few weeks.  I’d also discovered that he very rarely opened any conversation by just coming out with what he wanted. “What are you really doing here?”
    “I really came