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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.

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

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

Helping me could be very dangerous, Jeremy.

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

He tossed a small paper-wrapped packet onto the bed. It was the packet of papers that stayed taped under the seat of my car. He'd brought my new identity. How did you know?

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.

He stood near the door, and the light switch. It was hard to tell in the dark but he seemed dressed in one of his usual suits, impeccably tailored, compact and elegant. But there was an underlying tension to him, as if he wanted to say other things, more direct things, or maybe, he knew something already. Something bad.

I looked at him. It's bothering you to see me nude.

Shouldn't I be?

Then hurry.

Shouldn't I be?

I don't feel the power of the spell anymore.

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'm an Unseelie princess. Why should I be hiding from them?

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

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.

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.

Nothing yet, he said.

I stared at the packet, then at him. That wasn't all that was under the seat.

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.

Then hurry.

I stared at the packet, then at him. That wasn't all that was under the seat.

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.

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