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mental images of punching Colton in the face.
    Malisna, the stunning and petite pixie queen, flew over to us. “Lucy!” Her face was pale, the green more prominent than usual and her blue-and-gold eyes were wide and glassy. “Lucy, it’s your father. Promise me that you’ll go nowhere with him. He’s not to be trusted.”
    Behind her was Refis, Lucy’s brother. He had his little dagger drawn; it seemed to be a knee-jerk reaction for him in stressful situations.
    “Father,” Lucy repeated in a stutter. “As in faeries … freaking faeries are coming toward us.”
    A warm voice washed over us. “Well, I’m not so sure about the freaking part, but faerie we are.”
    Then from the shadows dozens of faeries emerged. Malisna snarled and moved to stand in front of her daughter. Colton also pulled Lucy back behind him.
    I felt Brace’s hand on my arm, stopping me from moving forward. I hadn’t even realized I’d been trying to get a better look.
    I stared with more than a little fascination. They were like the tall versions of pixies, with pointed ears, multi-colored eyes and delicate feline features. But despite these similarities there were many differences also.
    The faeries stood over six feet, every single one. They had long sweeping hair that reached their ankles. Even on the men. And while the pixies’ skin seemed to exist in shades of green and ivory, this fey group had a plethora of colors going on. Some sported skin as black as night, as black as the Crais inhabitants, contrasting so strongly with others whose skin was so white it almost hurt to stare too closely. There were also red, yellow, purple, and many shades in between.
    Their tri-colored eyes stared back at us from their alien features. They had that ancient, carved-from-stone look that was a trademark of Walkers. Unlike the pixies with their leafy covers, they were dressed in regular clothes, like that of First Worlders.
    A male stepped forward. He wore an understated but heavily adorned crown of jewels. It held back his long waves of blond hair. His clothing was all black, a silky open-collared shirt and slacks. And yes, his power had that distinct feel of Lucy’s. Ten to one this was her father.
    The pixie queen confirmed my thoughts. “What are you doing here, Latinti?” Her words were low and bitingly cruel.
    I almost winced as she lashed out with her power-laced question.
    “I’m here for my daughter’s mating ceremony. I’m her father, after all.” His voice was low, rich, and with just a hint of laughter behind each word.
    “You lost all rights to Lucy the moment you stole her from me.” Malisna’s bi-colored hair was starting to lift as her power increased. “That you dare show your face here tells me that you have learned nothing from these very long years. You have suffered nothing that I have. You must suffer. You must be punished.”
    Lucy escaped her guard-wolf and dived to Malisna’s side.
    “Mother, please, don’t do this here.” I heard her urgent words as they fell into the pixie queen’s ear. “He can’t take me from you again; I’m no longer helpless. He’ll soon see that a reunion between us is a rocky and difficult road for him to walk.”
    While she was talking down her pissed-off mother, I continued to watch Latinti. From the moment his blue-, gold- and black-flecked eyes had found Lucy, everything in his demeanor changed. Gone was the cocky arrogance and half-smartass expression. He lowered his face, but I still saw the sorrow and fear that stretched his features.
    My head snapped to the side at the sound of a low growl. It was Colton.
    He stepped closer to the faerie. “You watched Lucy from the window the other day. Your scent is different, but I recognize it … you’ve only masked the top layer.”
    Shit. Well, if anyone would know it was the wolf-Walker; he had senses like no other.
    Latinti nodded his head once. “Yes, it was me. I heard the pixies were free. I knew that … Lucy had