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fifty-fifty shot at guessing right.  With his midnight dark eyes I’d have sworn he was Unseelie – a member of the Dark Fae - although his golden hair did, to be fair, suggest otherwise.  “And do not call me human, Fae,” I retorted calmly back. “I assume you are here because you know what I really am.”
    “I know what you are not.”
    I’m not interested in having this conversation with you.  “And what is that?”  I said, aiming for an air of almost boredom.
    “You are not of the Pack, despite their Lord Alpha’s naïve convictions to the contrary.  And, you are right, you are not human.”  He leaned in close to me and took a deep breath as if inhaling my scent.  “So what are you?”
    I cocked my head, considering.  I was relieved that he apparently didn’t know the truth after all.  The records I’d found secreted away in John’s magically sealed drawer back in Cornwall with my pack had given away the truth – that, no, I wasn’t human, that instead running through my blood were the genetic traces of the Draco Wyr, an ancient dragon race whose blood contained mysterious magical elements.  There was the power of the fire that rose inside me whenever I was angry or challenged, and the addictive qualities that had been revealed when Anton had tasted my blood during the Brethren’s evaluation challenges and when Iabartu had tried to take me down to use my blood for her sinister nefarious purposes.  She’d almost destroyed the entire pack in her hunt to catch me because she’d seemed to think that she could use it to control others.  I was hardly going to reveal the truth of my origins to an untrustworthy Fae, Seelie or not, when total destruction might be the result.  Besides, I still didn’t really know all that much about the Draco Wyr anyway; my Othernet research hadn’t really pulled up many answers.
    “I have no idea,” I eventually answered, shrugging as if I had no answers.  “I have some witchy qualities perhaps but, other than that…”
    The Fae glared at me for a second and then rocked back slightly on his heels.  His face took on a look of intense concentration and his eyes held mine, daring me to look away.  Gold flecks danced across the pupils of his eyes and his voice deepened to a deep murmur.  “You will tell me everything.”
    “Errr…no, I won’t, because I don’t know anything.”
    His eyes bored further into mine.  “What are you?  I won’t hurt you, little one.”
    Little one?  This was becoming annoying.  He reached out an elegant hand, gently brushing my cheek with the tips of his fingers before I could manage to move away.  His eyes reflected even more golden highlights, if that were possible.  He smiled at me and softly repeated, “Tell me.”
    “Fuck off.  And don’t touch me, how do I know where you’ve been?  I could catch some nasty Fae disease off of you.”  I was being rude now but I didn’t care.  I enunciated slowly in case he was hard of hearing.  “I…do….not….know….what…I….am….so….I….can’t….tell…you.”
    His face hardened and there was something else there too, some emotion that I couldn’t quite define.  Surprise?  Perhaps even a trace of respect?  I couldn’t work it out.
    “I know you’re lying, Mackenzie.”
    “It hardly seems fair that you know my name and I don’t know yours.”
    “Names have power, even you must be aware of that.”
    I sighed expressively.  “I don’t need your true name.”  Honestly, all the Fae placed far too much importance on what was just a tag.  “It would just be polite for you to introduce yourself.  I don’t know what I am, but even if I did, you are a complete stranger to me.  Tell me your name, and it doesn’t have to be your real name for goodness’ sake, and how you’ve ended up here talking to me – and stalking me - in the first place, and I might be able to tell you more about what I know.” 
    There.  I was being calm and