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chairs in front of his desk while his other rifles through some papers.  “I assume you filled her in on the Garren situation?” he says to Kallen.
     
    “No, not yet.”  Kallen’s cheeks are turning red and Kegan is trying hard not to snicker.
     
    Dagda glances up from his papers and gives us a long, assessing look.  I expect him to say something snarky, but he doesn’t.  Instead, he sits down at his desk and says, “Then I will. Garren was tricked out of marrying Isla by Kallen and Kegan’s grandfather.”
     
    That wasn’t what I expected to hear.  “Really?  How?”
     
    “It was very simple.  Both Fairies were vying for her affection and the competition between them was fierce.  They both showered her with gifts and attention.  Though she came to love them both, Garren was the one she chose.”
     
    I’m confused.  “Then why did she marry the other guy?”
     
    “Because Garren took himself out of the competition,” Dagda explains. 
     
    That didn’t really clear up the mystery for me.  “Why?”
     
    “Because my grandfather lied to Garren,” Kegan says.  “He told him…” 
     
    He suddenly looks uncomfortable and he doesn’t finish.  A glance at Kallen shows me that he’s keeping his lips firmly in a tight line.  So, I look back at Dagda.  “What did he tell him?”
     
    Dagda sighs.  I don’t think he’s much more comfortable talking about it than Kegan and Kallen.  But, he explains.  “Garren was told that Isla had given herself to their grandfather.”
     
    “Given herself?”  Oh, I get it.  “So he was told she wasn’t a virgin?”  Now I’m getting angry.  “He didn’t want her anymore because he couldn’t have her virginity?”  Scumbag.  My mind is already thinking of several ways I can get back at him for Isla.
     
    “It was more than that,” Dagda hurries up to explain.  I think it’s because he can actually see my murderous thoughts in my eyes.  “He was also told that Isla was with child.”
     
    My mouth drops open.  I look over at Kallen and say, “Your grandfather was a bastard.”
     
    He frowns at me.  “He was a man in love.  Sometimes love makes you do stupid things.”
     
    “So it’s okay since he was in love with Isla.  Nice.  Would you be marrying me if someone told you that I wasn’t a virgin when you met me and that I was pregnant?” 
     
    Now Kallen’s temper is starting to rise.  “Would you still be marrying me if I had made love to other Fairies before meeting you?”
     
    “Yes.”
     
    He looks taken aback.  “You would?”
     
    I shrug.  “Yes.  I wouldn’t like it but I’d just have to live with it.  Since you’re marrying me, I would assume that you weren’t still interested in them.  You didn’t answer my question, though.  Would you still marry me?”
     
    A slow smile creeps onto his lips.  “I would marry you if you had made love to every Fairy you ever met.”
     
    “Let’s not get too crazy,” I say with a shy smile.  All the anger has seeped out of my words.
     
    “Yes, well, now that that is settled, may I continue?” Dagda drawls.  Kallen and I nod at him sheepishly.  “It was not the fact that Garren thought Isla was no longer a virgin that made him step aside.  It was the fact that she was with child.  He felt that she could not possibly love him if she was already starting a family with another man.”
     
    Okay, I guess I can see his point.  “Was she pregnant?”
     
    Dagda shakes his head.  “No, she was not.  That became quite clear when she did not have a child until three years into her marriage.  Garren had left for the Dragon world shortly after he heard the lie so he did not discover this until well after the wedding.  Isla thought he simply deserted her.  He returned home to visit family and was confronted with the truth.  He had been duped.”
     
    “What did he do?” I ask.  He must have been pissed.
     
    “He beat our grandfather to a

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