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should have told Sophie about her suspicions. She could sense anything fae going on and scare off anyone who was up to something fishy. In the meantime, Emily decided she could do some investigating.
    She usually went out with her castmates after a show because it took time to unwind enough for rest, but tonight no one seemed to be making plans. “Sorry, babe,” Olivia said when Emily checked in with her. “I am pooped, and it’s going to be a crazy weekend. I really need my beauty sleep if I’m going to keep up this kind of pace.” That set off alarm bells to Emily. Olivia was usually the social director of the cast, organizing the outings. Oddly, everyone else seemed to be on the same page. They were all drained and wanted to hold on to the feeling of what they’d just accomplished. With hardly a word to each other, they went their separate ways at the stage door.
    Feeling like Nancy Drew, Emily set out to unobtrusively follow Olivia, in case she didn’t go straight home. But her attempted tail was short-lived. Someone was waiting for her at the end of the block, and she completely forgot about her mission when she saw him. He didn’t look like someone to make a girl’s heart skip a beat, more like a musty old professor in tweed, but she knew what he really was. Her senses had returned to almost normal after her adventures in the Realm and the various spells cast on her, but she retained enough of the effect to be able to see the brightness about him that told her he was fae.
    “Eamon! I haven’t seen you in ages!” she greeted him, holding back short of hugging him. The situation was potentially awkward. It was like running into a guy she’d had a promising few dates and a couple of intense makeout sessions with, but who had disappeared afterward. Actually, that’s exactly what it was like, if running around in the fairy world and trying to spark a revolution against a false queen counted as a “date.” He’d shown every sign of being as into her as she was into him, but then he’d been strangely aloof at their final farewell when he brought her back to the human world, and she’d heard nothing from him since then.
    “Is something wrong?” she asked, in part to cover her initial enthusiasm by acting like she was assuming it was business that had brought him here and in part because she was afraid that it really was just about business.
    “Wrong?” he asked, his eyes wide with confusion and swirling with color. No matter how human he managed to make himself look, his quicksilver eyes gave him away as fae.
    “Well, it’s just that I haven’t heard from you in a couple of weeks, and now you’re here, and there’ve been some weird things going on, and so, well …”
    “I wanted to see you, Emily Drake. I did not realize so much time had passed.”
    “Oh, right, time,” she said, laughing nervously. She’d forgotten that the immortal fae had no sense of time. She was lucky he hadn’t stayed away for years.
    “Is something wrong?” he asked, leaning toward her and touching her arm lightly.
    “I don’t know. There have been a few things that might be odd. Or they might not be. There’s not anything happening in the Realm, is there? No more uprisings or fake queens, or anything like that?”
    “Everything is going perfectly well with the new queen. I have become chief scribe to her majesty. That has kept me busy. She has wanted to review the archives.”
    Emily couldn’t help but grin as a relieved giddiness swept over her. “Yeah, that sounds like Nana. You can see where Sophie gets it. The nut didn’t fall far from that tree. And it’s great that you’ve gone back to the palace. You were a scribe to the old queen, right?” She usually tried not to think about that because there was something weird about having the hots for a guy who used to work for her however-many-greats grandmother centuries ago. That little detail made whatever feelings she had for him even more pointless than