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said the child’s name and bent to him.
    He watched as she enacted the Féth Fiada and rendered herself and the child invisible to the crush of people running in all directions. Although a Dark Fae, Pestale was a Fae, and the Féth Fiada had no effect on him.
    He frowned, wondering why she had not given chase to her enemy—the Dark Fae who ran for its life. As a Seelie Fae, she should have run the creature to earth, yet she stayed with the unconscious boy.
    The beauty intrigued him. In fact— he could not look away.
    He stood unblinking as he watched her, mesmerized by her loveliness and the force of her ‘emotion’, a thing he did not possess. He saw the grace in her lines and her movement. He saw her vitality. There was purpose about her, an aura that glowed with her essence— and he knew he had to have her.
    He drank in the vision of her alabaster skin, which was perfection, and her lips— damn , but he immediately wanted to kiss those lips right then and there. He wanted to scoop her up and make her his own on the spot.
    A short cry escaped her, and the sound of her voice thrilled him as she repeated the child’s name, “David,” while she stroked the boy’s face. He thought of her touching him like that, stroking his face, and even two days later he could recall how his hard-on had throbbed for her.
    People had been milling about, but no one saw the two on the ground. The driver of the car that had hit the child was looking around himself like a man crazed. He had seen the boy go down, but there was no sign of him. He repeated over and over, “He ran right in front of me …”
    Pestale watched a tear roll down the beautiful Seelie Fae’s cheek as she laid hands to the child’s many wounds and heard her say, “ Forgive me, my Queen  …” as she clearly broke the Seelie Fae rules and healed the child.
    He immediately wanted her for himself. Here was a Seelie Fae who did what she wanted regardless of her queen’s wishes. He liked that a great deal. He didn’t know her name, and he didn’t know how he would find her, but her image played with his mind. She was the one— the one he knew he had to have for all time … or until he wearied of her.
    However, he had to keep on the move for his scent to stay disguised. He had seen both Danté and Breslyn just the night before, and he was certain those two would be difficult to evade once they figured out how he was disguising his scent.
    She was a princess . He had seen the gold torque around her neck with the etchings of her Seelie House— Nimrough. And although at the time he’d had to make his retreat, he had decided beyond all doubt that he would find her and make her his own.
    He had shifted away, keeping the pleasure her scent gave him in his memory. He had shifted away, but her face was there …
    From that moment on, he had thought of her constantly. Even when he took his pleasure with the pretties he had taken to his bed, he thought of her …
    He sighed to himself. The humans were a source of sexual relief, but he needed more; he needed the redheaded Seelie princess, and the time was coming when he would search her out and take her.
    He thought of his father, the Dark King, whose powers were untold. His father could put an end to all of this and imprison him with the blink of an eye, but he knew the Dark King could not be bothered to leave his precious world, where he and his Crystal evolved together. So much for interference from them!
    It amused him that Chancemont considered himself the hunter—that he, a Royal Prince, should be the hunted.
    He wanted to stand and fight the Milesian and display his exceptional warrior skills, for he knew himself to be a worthy opponent. However, he meant to pick the time and the place and the method. Then he would lay the Milesian low … him and that young Seelie Fae prince whose woman he had killed.
    Yes , he’d killed her with the Death Sword, and he had no regrets about it.
    Regret—such an odd