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He nodded. My apologies for that, but it's why Ringo and Uther are down in the van. Just as a precaution.

I don't have my passport.

I smiled at him, and I found myself wanting to step closer to him, to close a little of that careful distance. I didn't want Jeremy in that way, but the urge to see just how much of a hold I could have on him was there like a dark thought. It wasn't like me to want to push the envelope with a friend. An enemy maybe, but not a friend. Was it a leftover urge from last night, or were the Tears still affecting me more than I realized? I didn't think about it again. I just turned and walked to the bathroom. A quick shower and we'd be on our way to the airport.

Nervous of me. I didn't think you'd be impressed with royalty. I watched his face, tried to read what lay underneath, and couldn't. He was hiding something.

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

What's happened?

You seem nervous, Jeremy.

He leaned back against the wall. That is the question, isn't it.

He nodded. My apologies for that, but it's why Ringo and Uther are down in the van. Just as a precaution.

What's happened?

Even across the room in the dark I could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of it. It was impolite for a fey to ask another direct questions, but, oh, he wanted to ask. You could feel the unasked questions like something touchable in the air between us.

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

You seem nervous, Jeremy.

I smiled at him, and I found myself wanting to step closer to him, to close a little of that careful distance. I didn't want Jeremy in that way, but the urge to see just how much of a hold I could have on him was there like a dark thought. It wasn't like me to want to push the envelope with a friend. An enemy maybe, but not a friend. Was it a leftover urge from last night, or were the Tears still affecting me more than I realized? I didn't think about it again. I just turned and walked to the bathroom. A quick shower and we'd be on our way to the airport.

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

Sluagh was a rude name for the lesser Unseelie fey. The Host was the polite phrase. Rude first, polite was an afterthought. Oh, well. Only another Unseelie could say sluagh and not have it be a mortal insult.

He leaned back against the wall. That is the question, isn't it.

You seem nervous, Jeremy.

Jump in the shower like a good girl. He lifted a bag from the floor near his feet. I brought you clothes. The van is downstairs with Ringo and Uther in it. We'll get you to the airport.

What's happened?

He raised his left hand in the air. Let's just say that Branwyn's Tears has a long shelf life. Take the shower.

I stared at him. What do you think is going to happen? I couldn't quite keep the suspicion out of my voice.

I smiled at him, and I found myself wanting to step closer to him, to close a little of that careful distance. I didn't want Jeremy in that way, but the urge to see just how much of a hold I could have on him was there like a dark thought. It wasn't like me to want to push the envelope with a friend. An enemy maybe, but not a friend. Was it a leftover urge from last night, or were the Tears still affecting me more than I realized? I didn't think about it again. I just turned and walked to the bathroom. A quick shower and we'd be on our way to the airport.

He leaned back against the wall. That is the question, isn't it.

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