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20 When my alarm woke me the next morning, my headache was still pulsing away and my stomach churned at the prospect of getting out of bed. If this was the backlash from eating Fae food, I was never touching the stuff again. How could the food bother me so much if I was supposedly already part Fae? I added that question to my growing list and forced myself to get up. After I had showered, dressed, and eaten breakfast, I grabbed the knife that Lochlan had given me and dropped it in my purse. I set my dishes in the sink and thought about the little Fae man who had been on my table and how much his green skin had reminded me of Cyrene. I couldn't assume he was friendly just because they had the same color skin, but I also didn't want to make a negative assumption based on being Fae. Instead o
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