"Umm... What exactly did they tell you about me?"
"Oh, I figured out
the whole not-quite-Human thing a while ago. I just never confronted them with it."
Bethany blushed and looked at her hands clasped on the table in front of her.
Something dropped inside
his chest and warmth stole over him. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to take
the paparazzi and the other bozos stealing her privacy, and send them to the Dungeon
Dimensions for a couple hundred years. Nobody he knew blushed. The simple little
reaction made her seem small and delicate and vulnerable.
Which she was anything
but. He had seen her first movie, the tough chick who turned her world upside down
to save it, who devised bombs and weapons from nothing to protect innocents. Even
with that blush fading from her cheeks, he sensed a lot of similarities between
the Bethany sitting before him now and the girl on the screen. It made no
sense, but Harry didn't care.
"So, say something."
Her smile went crooked.
"You're pretty calm
about it. A lot of people would probably be freaking out, faced with the fact of
a lot of other dimensions of reality, side-by-side with the one they know. I've
always wondered what the CIA and FBI and all those foreign intelligence agencies
and governments would do, if they knew about the Fae realms. If they'd maybe try
to bomb us out of existence, or prosecute us as illegal aliens or whatever."
"So, who was here
first? Fae or Humans?"
Harry sat for five seconds
with his mouth hanging open, stumped by that question. That was definitely something
for the Ether Lexicon. For all he knew, that was part of the no-need-to-know information
the Lexicon sometimes stubbornly refused to divulge. Then he laughed. Bethany blushed
again, but she grinned.
How come girls like her
don't exist in the Enclaves?
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