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couldn’t speak for herself. She’d had enough of that in her father’s court. “The only thing I need is a location to start.”
    Without warning, Siljar was moving to stand directly in front of Fallon, her hand reaching to press against her cheek.
    â€œThere,” the demon said, searing the image of a vast complex of caves into Fallon’s mind. “You can track them?”
    Fallon hissed in shock as the location locked in her mind and she realized just what was expected of her.
    Crap. What was wrong with her? She should have told Siljar she couldn’t scry. That she’d made some sort of mistake.
    Instead she’d practically boasted about her skill.
    As if she was trying to impress . . .
    No. She locked out the disturbing thought.
    Cyn was an arrogant lug with an oversized ego. Okay, he was gorgeous. And sexy. And his hard, warrior body was lickably delicious. But she certainly wasn’t going to waste her time trying to impress him.
    Siljar cleared her throat. “My dear, can you track them?” She repeated her question.
    Fallon swallowed a sigh. It was too late to get out of her unwelcomed duty.
    Besides, if her talent would help, then she surely had a duty to do whatever she could. “I think so,” she said.
    â€œGood.” Cyn folded his arms over his chest. “Then she can return to fairyland?”
    Fallon’s mouth dropped open at his blunt words. “Why, you rude—”
    Siljar held up a hand. “No.”
    Cyn’s jade green eyes narrowed. “Why not?”
    â€œAlthough it has been several weeks since you left Fallon’s homeland—”
    â€œSeveral weeks?” Fallon forgot her annoyance with Cyn as she sucked in a shocked breath. How was that possible? It felt as if it’d only been a matter of minutes since she was standing in the small reception room in her father’s palace.
    Siljar gave a lift of her hands. “Traveling through dimensions can often create temporal fluctuations.”
    She was lying. Oh, it was true that traveling through dimensions could screw with time, but Fallon suspected that the cunning Oracle had deliberately altered time for her own purpose.
    With a low growl Cyn clenched his hands in frustration, clearly more pissed than suspicious.
    â€œWhat’s the date?” he demanded.
    â€œThe middle of January.”
    The vampire’s icy powers pulsed through the air, making Fallon shiver.
    â€œShit,” he rasped.
    Siljar calmly smoothed her hands down her robe, pretending there wasn’t a massive vampire filling the cave with enough power to make it collapse on their heads.
    â€œAs I was saying, I brought you here so Fallon could concentrate on her task without the interference of her father and her fiancé who are both searching for her.”
    Fallon widened her eyes. It made sense that her father would come in search of her. But her fiancé?
    The prince barely remembered she was alive most of the time.
    â€œMagnus is here?”
    â€œFiancé?” Cyn muttered, sending Fallon an oddly angry glare before turning his attention to Siljar. “You can’t expect me to be her babysitter.”
    â€œI request that you give her your protection.” Siljar spoke before Fallon could call him a jackass. “Which will be considerably easier if you remain behind the potent magic that hides your lair from prying eyes.”
    â€œAnd what about my people?” he snarled. “I’ve already been gone too long. They need their chief.”
    Siljar waved away his concern. “You surely have a trusted servant who can keep your presence here a secret and yet allow you to ensure the welfare of your clan?”
    The chill in the air became downright frigid. “There are others more suited to taking care of a fairy.”
    Fallon met him glare for glare. “I couldn’t agree more.”
    Siljar reached into the pocket of her robe, pulling out a