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wouldn’t be allowed to seek Giancarlo’s release. But the Fae,
particularly the North American Fae, were notorious sticklers for the
truth. The literal truth…. “I came after him, didn’t I?”
“So you did.” Nita stopped in front of a cage and crouched to stroke the
cat inside. “Why?”
“I told him I would keep him safe.”
“So are you accepting responsibility for his actions in his place?”
And get stuck in one of the cages for scores of years? No…. No, thank
you. “Sometimes there is no fault. What happened to your family is a
tragedy, but we had no way of knowing that the hot dogs were
dangerous.” Was she really discussing the relative safety of hot dogs
with a Fae?
“Perhaps….” She tilted her head at Cennetig. “But this one did.”
“How? He ate them! How could he know either?”
“His mixed blood protects him from iron. All those from Titania’s court
can withstand the touch of some iron. It will hurt them, yes, but a small
amount will not kill them. My people are not so fortunate. We had no
long exposure to iron to build any sort of tolerance.” Her voice broke
and her shape shifted around the edges, becoming denser and shaggy
like a bear. “Why couldn’t you let us be—?”
“He did not deserve you.” Cennetig trembled against Eva. “Just because
he was a pureblood—”
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