youâre becoming a young lady.â Her fatherâs strong dark eyebrows pushed together and his forehead wrinkled. âMost girls your age would be happy to have their fatherâs permission to date boys.â
âWell, Iâm not most girls, am I?â No, most girls her age didnât have huge curses hanging over their heads. Most girls her age actually looked like girls. Most girls her age werenât enrolled at the Slayer Academy.
âWhatâs the problem, Lucette?â Her fatherâs concern had turned to irritation. âWhy are you so upset that I introduced you to a few nice boys?â
âYou canât force me to date against my will.â Especially since these so-called dates would involve chaperones and guards, and the boys would probably be frisked for sharp objects and scrutinized for splinters before theyâd be allowed near her. Her father would probably insist the boys wear gloves, too, in case one broke a nail or had a callus. It was beyond humiliating.
Her fatherâs expression turned serious. âLucette, itâs vital you find true love.â
âWhy? So I can give you an heir to your throne?â Really, she was only thirteen!
He rose from his chair as if he planned to discipline her, but then his face softened. âDidnât your mother tell you that true love is the only way the vampire queenâs curse can be lifted?â
That was why her father wanted her to date boys? To fall in love? Like that would happen. She let out a disdainful laugh.
âTake this seriously, Lucette.â Her father cleared his throat.âThe fairies made three alterations to the original curse. One to keep you safe until you turn sixteen, one to prevent the vampire queen from entering Xandra, and another to lift the curse when you prove youâve found true love.â
âBut Iâm thirteen!â Lucetteâs mind felt muddy. She wasnât exactly a little girl anymore, and wanted her father to treat her like a grown-up most of the time, but not about this. She wasnât ready for love.
Her father tapped his fingers on his huge marble-topped desk. âMaybe youâre not old enough to attend charm school then, either.â
âWhat?â Lucetteâs heart rate tripled.âThatâs not fair.â Even if training to be a female slayer wasnât what she hoped for, at least there she had a chance to get close to the weapons.
He frowned. âThe fairies paid a high price for altering your curse. You canât take them for granted.â
She nodded, and a little bit of the muddiness cleared. âWhat price?â
He sat down and gripped the carved arms of his chair, as if he might crush them. âThe vampire queen was very angry that the fairies helped you.â He paused, looked at her, then continued. âSo she punished themâbrutally.â
Lucette felt a lump form in her throat, and a sense of guilt overcame her as she thought of the price others had paid to help her. âPunished them how?â
He shook his head.âDonât worry about that. Itâs better if you focus on preventing the curse. Finger safety and finding true love are the keys.â
Lucette sat silent for a moment. She didnât think her father was wrong; it was smart to prevent the curse. But she also thought her mother was right, that she should be prepared in case the curse did fall. Her father was in denial if he thought he could protect her from every danger, or if he thought sheâd ever find love. She wished she were interested in boys, but she wasnât. Not like that.
âDid you say the fairiesâ magic says I have to prove Iâve found love?â she asked, and he nodded.
âHow do you prove that?â
He ran his fingers over his chin, and Lucette wondered if he knew the answer, but then he cleared his throat. âIf your love is true, proving it will be easy.â
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