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13 EIRA I quickly took a shower and got dressed, donning my combat leathers because you could never be too careful in Faerie. Besides, most of my other clothes would stick out there. The fae were definitely not jeans and t-shirts kind of people. I was drawn back to the kitchen by the smell of food cooking. Belial was making a feast of eggs, bacon, and pancakes, and it was all for me. Unbelievable. Why couldn’t he just let me keep hating him? No, he had to go and be nice to me, all while being so freaking hot it was hard to take my eyes off him. Asshole. “Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes,” he said. I nodded and glanced at the map sitting on the bar counter. Loki had made it yesterday with his illusion magic, and I wondered how long it would hold. You’d never know by looking a
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