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Victor’s mind. He shuddered to realize how close he’d come to succumbing.
    Damn the Fae.
    “Markus, I thought you brought me presents to play with.”
    He heard the pout in her voice, and even that sounded sexy, like being wrapped in silk sheets. Turning his head to look at her, the air left his lungs, a sucker punch to the gut.
    Gorgeous. More so than any creature had a right to be, especially an evil Fae. Long silver hair caressed her pale purple skin, the strands moving on their own. Was her skin as soft as it appeared? Would she live up to the sensual promises of her sleek body and enticing smile?
    Her smile widened, and he shuddered, with desire or fear, he wasn’t sure. She had sharp, pointed teeth.
    He glanced around to the other men. This exquisite Fae had enthralled them as well. All except Markus, who looked less than impressed.
    “Oh, you did bring me a play toy. I remember you.” Her sweet voice hardened, and her eyes narrowed in anger. “You cost me a guardian and a troll. You and that little girl you were with. I demand blood.”
    Her words were directed at Jackson, Victor’s Enforcer partner. A few months back Jackson, a fugitive from the Coterie, had taken a shortcut through Fae.
    When Jackson and Julia, the woman he’d accidently kidnapped, had come through Fae, Seraphina had tried to bring them before the Light Fae Queen. In the ensuing battle, Jackson and Julia had killed some of Seraphina’s men. Not surprisingly, she still held a grudge.
    This could be bad. Very bad. A Fae bent on revenge was near impossible to stop. Shifting through his mental grimoire, he searched for spells to incapacitate her.
    His searching stopped in shock as Markus left the path and strode over to Seraphina. Guess he didn’t worry about punishment or being kept by the Fae. Then again, who in their right mind would even think about punishing Markus? And come to think of it, could the Fair Folk even hold him?
    “We have a deal. No interfering with the Enforcers. We’re on our way to rescue one of our own, and time is of the essence,” Markus stated, his voice flat, although his irritation showed in his stance.
    The Fae was unfazed as she sidled up to him. Her hand trailed up his throat, and she rested her fingertips on his face.
    “Now Markus, we did have a deal. But that was before I learned the truth.”
    He jerked his head away from her and said through gritted teeth, “There were no untruths between us. Stick to the deal, Fae.”
    She laughed, and Victor shook his head, awed over the lack of respect Seraphina gave Markus. All races cowered before Markus. Even the Fae Coterie treated him with a healthy dose of respect and fear. Did this Fae not value her own skin? Was she mad?
    “Now, my sweet mage, you didn’t tell us you were waging war against humans. Naughty, naughty. How could you leave me out of this? I haven’t tasted human blood in ages, and I’m thirsty.”
    Circling behind him, her silvery hair caressed his chest and shoulders as she moved. Again her hand came up, and this time she gripped his black hair. She pulled his head back, exposing the mage’s throat and nipped at his ear with those sharp teeth.
    Fear, or perhaps desire, skated along Victor’s spine. His feelings towards her were complicated at best.
    “The deal has changed, Markus. If you want access to our portals and safe passage for your Enforcers, I come with you. I will not harm your people or the prisoners. Why, I’ll even forget my revenge against the little mage.” She nodded her head towards Jackson, dismissing him. “I can’t speak a lie.”
    Cold steel threaded her words, and he knew she’d be joining them. They needed the portals, and she knew it.
    “Markus, please, agree so we can save Sylvia.” Even spoken quietly, Derek’s deep voice cut through the tense stillness.
    All heads turned toward Derek. A twinge of sympathy for the wolf distracted Victor. Unlike Derek, he had no feelings of hatred and hostility. He