Visiting Faythander is a nasty business. Forget the fairies and unicorns, most people come back with lost memories and mental problems. Olive Kennedy knows. She's the therapist who treats patients suffering from Faythander's side effects. Despite her empty bank account, she takes pride in her job as Houston's only Fairy World medical doctor. She's never failed to cure a client—until now. Traveling back to Faythander wasn't on Olive's to-do list. But she has no choice. The fate of both Earth and Fairy depends on her ability to stop an ancient being called the Dreamthief. To complicate matters, she may be losing her heart to someone who can't love her in return. Saving the world, she can handle. Falling in love—not so much. As if battling the forces of evil wasn't difficult enough…
I knew waiting wasn’t an option. I stared down the doors. Picking locks had never been one of my specialties. I’d have to find another way inside. I supposed I could go talk to the magistrate myself, but that could possibly take more time than waiting here.
Elves and their stupid rules.
“Want inside?” someone asked. I looked up to see a man leaning against the doors. Where did he come from? His facial hair, broad shoulders, and bare feet told me he wasn’t an elf. His hands looked strong enough to split someone’s skull. Blond hair, blue eyes, tanned skin; he looked like he’d come straight from Asgard.
“You’re Wult?” I asked him.
“What gave it away?”
“Do you know how to get in there?” I asked.
“Can’t,” he said. “They’re locked in. Been in there for two weeks now. Can’t even come out for a piss.”
Lovely. “If they’re locked up, then why aren’t they all crying and screaming and begging for help?”
“Wults never cry. And they won’t beg for help.”
A roar of laughter rattled the doors. “Sounds like they’re miserable,” I said.
“Trust me, they are.”
“How did you get out?”
He winked. “I have my ways.”
He pried his massive frame off the wall to stand at his full height, and I made a mental note. Never get in a fight with this guy.
“I could help you get inside if you wish.”
“Could you?” I stood and crossed to the doors. He moved in front to block them.
“It will cost you.”
Here we go—the old Wult bargaining game. I wasn’t in the mood to play.
“I have no money.”
He eyed my bag. “Surely you have something of value.”
“No,” I snapped. “I have nothing you’d be interested in. Either let me inside, or this conversation is over.”
“Show me what’s inside the bag, and then we’ll decide if the conversation is over.”
I tightened my grip around the strap. “What happens if I refuse?”
He leaned forward. “Do you really want to find out?”
Magic throbbed under my fingertips. Would I have to use it?
“Very well,” he said with a wink. “I have decided that asking nicely shall be your price.”
I exhaled. My magic receded for now. “What makes you think I won’t ask nicely? You just met me.”
“I’m very good at reading faces.”
“Unless you’re genuinely interested in helping me, I suggest you move aside.”
He ducked his head in a courteous bow. “If that is your wish.” He stepped aside. “You see—you didn’t ask nicely.” He tapped his nose. “Told you.”