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it was the only chance she had of saving herself, she thought. She had to put doubt in the boy’s mind. The old man knew he was a gonner. “And you haven’t received all of your abilities yet.”
    Brett stared at her, then looked at the older man as if seeking his confirmation as to whether she was telling the truth or not.
    “Don’t believe her for an instant,” Iverson said. “She’s just trying to save herself.”
    “The old man won’t change,” Alicia said. “But you, Brett. You could be just like me. I appeared human up until a couple of months ago. I could see the fae, but that was it. You could be just like me in a matter of months, weeks, days even. Do you want to throw that all away? You have no idea what some of us are capable of. What our world is like.”
    “She’s lying,” Iverson said. “She was hiding her fae aura.”
    “I didn’t have any to hide,” she said to Iverson. “What will happen if you gain your fae powers, Brett? Will you still seek to destroy our kind?”
    “You’re not like them. You won’t be like her. She’s twisting you around that fae logic. She’s trying to confuse you,” Iverson insisted.
    Brett seemed confused, almost willing to believe in Alicia’s words.
    She opened her mouth to speak again, to attempt to convince Brett to save her when a girl called out, “Knock, knock. Anybody home?”
    Their faces visibly paling and lips parted, Brett and Iverson appeared surprised at the intrusion. They looked at each other with questioning glances.
    “Do you know who she is?” Iverson whispered to Brett.
    He shook his head. They both turned their attention to Alicia.
    “Don’t look at me. It’s your house.” She had no idea who the girl could be either.
    Mr. Iverson stood up from his chair, and the girl appeared at the head of the stairs. A Goth with short black hair and pale green eyes, her gaze on Alicia first, a ghost of a smile on her light pink lips. She was petite, wearing thigh-high black leather books, slim-fitting leather pants, and a black velvet bustier type top decorated with gold braid and gold buttons. She didn’t have any fae aura. Alicia thought she might try to help her, because the two guys didn’t know the girl. On the other hand, she was human so she must be a fae seer, heard about the fae they were holding down in the basement, and came to join in the game.
    “Am I interrupting anything?” she asked so sweetly as she turned her attention first on the older man, and then on the boy. She began to walk down the steps, one at a time like in slow motion. Somehow the narrowed look in her eyes and the way her mouth was curved up just a hint gave her the appearance of someone who was darkly amused about the whole situation.
    Who was she?
    The boy backed away toward the wall. The old man was frozen in place, just staring at the girl. “You’re not of the fae. Or…you’re hiding it. I knew they could do that. Damn it to hell.” He cast Brett a scornful look as if telling him he told him so and the boy wouldn’t listen.
    Then the girl gave Alicia a bright smile. “Well, imagine finding you here. We haven’t met yet. I’m Ena, stands for ardent in Irish. Like committed, passionate, eager, devoted, fiery. Or in the Celtic way, simply fire.”
    Alicia knew the girl was trying to tell her something. What?
    “Your grandfather wants you returned home, post haste.” Ena glanced at Iverson. “She’s the king’s granddaughter. If you didn’t know. And that means? He’s highly pissed off at you with the power to back it up.”
    “And he sent you? One young girl?” Iverson asked, scoffing at her arrogance.
    “Cassie missed you yesterday at lunchtime. She told me,” Ena said, ignoring the man and pointed a long black fingernail at Brett. “His fault, I know. Your grandfather wanted me to bring these two to see him.” She waved her fingernails at each of the guys.
    “Two others were in on this with him, at the very least,” Alicia warned.