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in the museum is my fairy godmother?” He flashed a grin and she laughed
harder. “That’s a good one. What next? Are you gonna tell me you are
Rumpelstiltskin?”
    He wrinkled up his nose in disgust. “No, I am something far
worse.”
    She leaned in closer and whispered, “What are you then?”
    “Someone who wants to help you.”
    “You keep saying that but you haven’t said what it is you
are going to help me with. All of this talk of princes and fairy godmothers has
gotten us off track. What are you here for, Luc?”
    He frowned and seemed to be mulling her question over.
Taking another pull from the beer bottle, he finally cleared his throat. “I
think Phillip is setting you up. I think you are in danger.”
    “Phillip is a friend. You, however, are a stranger and a
rude stranger at that. Why should I trust you?”
    “Good point. I guess you have no real reason to trust me.
But as much as you’ve lost in this life and after what you saw this morning at the
Hideout, don’t you think you owe it to yourself to find out what’s really going
on?” He gave her a wink. “One minute the bar was there and the next minute it
wasn’t. You tried to come back for your purse and you couldn’t get back in. All
of that really did happen.”
    “Where is my purse, by the way?”
    Luc pulled the small black purse from his jacket pocket. “I
watched you bang on the wall, unable to get in. That means Phillip helped you
get inside and you went with him, not knowing what you were getting yourself
into. I followed you around for the rest of the day.” He held up his hand to
silence her interruption. “Yes, call me a stalker. I suppose it is rather
fitting. Anyway, when you got the box from the bank, that is when I knew for
sure what was going on.”
    “And what is going on?”
    “You are about to be lured in to the Gate and hunted down
because of one man’s insanity.”
    “Who’s the man?”
    Luc shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. He’s old and insane and
he believes killing you will save his family from their curse.”
    She tried to convince herself that she wasn’t really
believing what the handsome man was telling her but she couldn’t help but hang
on every word. “What is their curse?”
    “They are shifters.”
    “Shifters? I don’t understand.”
    He chuckled. “They are humans who take the form of animals,
like wolves.”
    Her eyes widened. “Werewolves?”
    “If that is what you’d like to call them, yes. But they kind
of take offense to that name.”
    She chewed her lip, there was no way this was real. Werewolves
or shifters didn’t exist and yet something gnawed at her, tugging on her
subconscious, begging her to believe it. Her eyes widened. “Wait, you said I’d
be lured to the Gate? What is that? Because Phillip wants me to meet him at the
Gateway Arch in the morning.”
    He nodded. “The Arch isn’t just a landmark, it is literally
a gateway to our world, the world you were born in. Your parents fled with you
when you were a child. My best guess is that they were trying to get far enough
away to save you.”
    “And this insane person thinks that killing me will end his
curse?”
    Luc paced the room and gave her a curt nod. Rowan braced her
hands on her hips, “Tell me why? What does any of this have to do with me?”
    “Your great-great-grandmother was the woman who cursed them.
Ulric was a vicious landowner who coveted money and power. She refused to work
for him so he kidnapped her only child.” Rowan’s eyes widened as he continued, “Ulric
told your great-great-grandmother that he was going to feed the child to the
wolves in the forest but still she refused to help him.” She raised her hand
and then laughed when he rolled his eyes. “What?”
    “Why did he want her to work for him?”
    “She was a witch.” He smiled as he saw her wrinkle up her
nose. “Not the kind of witch you are thinking of. She didn’t have a wart on the
end of her nose or green skin. She was a