Clairese put away her book with a sharp thunk into the bookcase. Then signed, looking at the spine of the barely abused hardback.
It had been only the smallest show of irritation, but still, gave her no satisfaction. Worse, it felt unworthy. She was usually much better controlled than this. But sometimes... Sometimes, it was harder. Sometimes she felt like she existed only to support the unreasonable needs of everyone else.
In truth, that was exactly why she had been created. Xendrix had fathered children on human women for a specific reason. Using himself, and his unusual magical gift, he tried to create a living doorway. A creature he could control, that could stand between the realms, and seed Earth with the energy of the Fae, so those who came here could survive. Xen had succeeded with Clairese. But she’d become more than that. Not the pawn, not the tool Xendrix had hoped for -- much to his