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Chapter One Ugh. No. I can’t even think about meeting him right now. As if my nerves aren’t already on fire thanks to the email sent to me the night before starting the new term. And now he wants to meet up. Of course it can’t be in the gardens, or someplace I’d feel more comfortable. No, we have to meet in the massive library because that’s where he feels safe. That’s how it’s always been with us. His rules. His terms. His decisions. I go along with it because there really isn’t any other option. Still though, there’s something kind of scary about him. Even when he pulls away from our kiss, he’s looking around. Always looking. Always making sure that no one can see that Ben – a human – is sneaking around to lock lips with me – an elf. The alarm above is a welcome reprieve, and finally Ben pulls away. I wish his eyes would soften just once when he looks at me. But he only frowns, wiping at his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. Without asking, he grips me around the waist from the

Prologue For a few moments, he stood there. Frozen. What was happening in front of his eyes couldn’t be anything more than the wishful thinking of a lonely boy. Narrowing his sharp, cloudy blue eyes, part of his adolescent mind probably assumed his mind was playing tricks on him. Or his uncle was. But it couldn’t have been. His uncle was inside at the moment. Not to mention… he couldn’t have come out here so quickly and wheeled back inside without him noticing. Turning his head away from the single story cottage where he’s positively sure his uncle is resting, the boy turns back to the sight which has him questioning his sanity at only the ripe age of ten. It’s still there. A fairy. He wants to come up with a more scientific word, but nothing else comes to mind in that moment. How else can he describe what looks to be a female no taller than his hand? Her skin reminds of him the coffee his uncle drinks every morning from his clear mug, and for some reason this makes his stomach