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was still running on the tail of adrenaline and worried and very much afraid and also relieved at still being alive.

I admitted that all of them were beyond gorgeous, but—

“Wait a second!” I tried to yank back my hands but failed. “I didn’t even know your kind existed a week ago. I thought you were featured only in some paranormal fantasy romance novels. Yep, those fictions also mentioned how your kind claims your so-called fated mates, and I assure you that biting, clawing, moaning, and roaring aren’t my gem. And regarding your proposal, I’m flattered, but my answer is a no, a very firm one. We haven’t even gone out on a date yet.” I tried to pull my hands back again. “I don’t want any of you to kneel in front of me and pledge whatever. Let’s pretend that nothing happened, and no hard feelings.”

“You want to go out on a date first?” Rowan asked, blinking in bewilderment.

“If it’s a date you want, you’ll get it,” Baron said.

And it puzzled me to no end that all three of them no longer fought over me while merely an hour ago they’d gone for each other’s throat. It seemed they’d silently reached an agreement on sharing me.

“Dudes, that’s not the point,” I said exasperatedly. Yet I kind of got where they came from. They didn’t think like human males. They were ancient Fae. They all admitted that they were like two hundred years old, which was super ancient. But Baron had insisted that he was considered young as an immortal. In my understanding, for old Fae, it was in their nature and culture to take what they wanted, when they wanted it.

“You still don’t understand who you are, Eve,” Rydstrom said softly. “Come.”

He stood and led me across the courtyard and up the marble stairs until we stood in front of the full window of the blue cabin. Reflected in the dark glass, a stunning woman lit by starlight stood next to the magnificent Night King.

And she was me.

My hair was still golden, but flowing and radiating. My green eyes were so deep and bright that they seemed to be the greenest thing I’d ever seen. My face was soft, creamy, and fair, and my full lips were light pink, like the loveliest spring roses. Every feature was intensely refined and beyond exquisite. I now held the beauty no human girl could dream to possess.

My hand slid over to my pointed ear and I jumped.

“This is bad!” I cried out. “How am I going to blend in now? I still live in the human world and I don’t plan to leave it behind soon. What about my siblings? They’ll freak the fuck out. And how am I going to keep them in line looking like this?”

“You’re High Fae like us, Evie,” Rowan said and there wasn’t any sympathy in his cool, velvet voice. He stood right behind me. The three of them seemed unable to stay away from me. “The spells that once bound your essence and magic had worn out when you linked to the Veil. Your glamour finally dropped. It’s incredible you came to power even before your Turning.”

“No,” I whispered, not wanting this reality. It felt like I’d been plucked out of one future and placed in another terrifying one.

“You can’t deny your true heritage, Evie,” Baron said as he leaned toward me, inhaling my scent as if it was catnip to him.

“You don’t get it,” I said, wanting to lash out at them, at fate, at the universe.

“No, you don’t get it, my daring Eve,” Rydstrom said, but he spoke gently now. “You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for you. You aren’t just any High Fae.” He breathed out a wisp of starlight. “You’re the lost princess heir, the true Queen of the Court of Dawn.”

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Author’s Note

Dear reader,

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