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shall have its
recompense as you must then ransom your very heart…
    Kai clutched his chest over his beating
heart, wincing. He liked his heart exactly where it was. It hadn't
been his fault the original boon to Faery had not been paid upon
his birth.
    His mother had often whispered while tucking
them in as children, "Faery blessed, Faery cursed." Kai had only
grown to understand the true meaning of that phrase when he was a
teenager.
    His parents had, each of them separately,
promised a faery a boon should they be allowed to conceive.
Werewolves could not conceive a vampire's child. Yet Kai's parents
had wanted children so desperately they had been willing to make a
horrible promise in return for such a boon. Blu, his werewolf
mother, had promised her firstborn, thinking she could have
another—perhaps many more in the future. A grave sacrifice, but at
the time, she had deemed it worthy. Yet Creed, Kai's vampire
father, had—unknowing of his wife's promise—offered his second born
child, thinking they would have the first, and never any after.
    When they had learned Blu carried twins, and
both had been promised to Faery, the Saint-Pierres had been
devastated. Yet upon Kai and Kambriel's birth, something miraculous
had occurred. Their umbilical cords had been wrapped about each
other's necks, literally strangling one another. During an
emergency C-section, the doctor had lifted them both from Blu's
womb at the same time. Neither had been born first or second. The
boon did not have to be paid.
    Thus, the curse, struck in retaliation for
the lost boon.
    Now Kai swore at his foolish behavior. He'd
been horny, focused only on getting another pretty woman into his
bed to appease his werewolf's insatiable need for sex. If he'd been
sharper, paid more attention, would he have figured out she was a
real faery?
    Faeries had violet eyes. Why hadn't he
noticed that? At the festival, as the sun had been setting, her
eyes had been shadowed, and the fire had given them an amber cast.
Then here at home, the lights had been out. Sure, the moonlight had
played across her skin and hair and—hell. He'd been more focused on
pleasure than gazing into her eyes.
    "Damn it!"
    He kicked the base of the dishwasher with his
bare foot, denting the stainless steel front.
    But wait. The curse implied he must fall
in love with a faery. He wasn't about to do that. Hell, sex did
not equal love.
    It was one night. No man could fall in love
that fast.
    Blowing out a breath, Kai decided he was
getting worked up over nothing.
    "I'll never fall in love," he muttered.
"Especially not with a sparkly faery who knows how to make this
wolf howl."
    But damn, if he hadn't howled last night. As
had she.
    Pride straightening his spine, he wandered
into the bathroom and took a long, invigorating shower, but
couldn't block thoughts of Rissa's expert hands gliding down his
slick skin. It was enough to render him hard, and he jacked off
thinking about the pretty blonde doing the same to him with her
hands and mouth.
    Switching off the water, he pressed the towel
to his face and growled. Even now, as he dropped the towel, a few
bits of glitter sparkled in the lines of his palms.
    "I'll run it off tonight."
    Tonight he didn't need a woman to satisfy his
sexual desires. On the night of the full moon, he let his werewolf
out for the freedom it deserved.
    But what of the night following the full
moon? Well, it was back to being horny again.
    ***
    The oranges were yellow. Didn't seem right.
They were called oranges for a reason. Rissa set the pale, dimpled
fruit on the produce stand and sighed. She should move back to
California where fresh greenery and produce were offered in
abundance. Handsome men, as well. Why she'd thought Minnesota would
offer an interesting change of scenery was beyond her.
    Now she was here, she'd decided to stick it
out a few months. Things could look up. People went missing in
small towns and were never seen again.
    Yet if Malakai went missing people