Page 67 of Crown of the Fae King

I pulled the book from the shelf and faced him. “You really want to have dinner with a chaperone?”

“I happen to adore package deals.”

“All right. Six o’clock. I’ll meet you outside, in the square—”

“By the Pembroke statue?”

“Perfect.”

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No Pissing Allowed

Iwent back downstairs to the table where Wickham and the brothers pored over their own projects. I tried to hide my smile when I delivered the book and my news about dinner with that “nice lookin’ fella.”

Wickham only glanced at me, then turned back to the page in his hand. “Out of the question.”

Flann pulled out a chair for me, but I didn’t move. “We suspect he’s a fairy, love.”

I rolled my eyes. “Obviously.”

I had Wickham’s attention again. “And yet ye’d still go off with him?”

“We’dgo off with him. I told him I have to take a chaperone.”

“And he agreed?”

“I’ll ignore the insinuation that dating me isn’t worth a little trouble.”

Wickham’s gaze cut to Brian. “Tell her.”

Suddenly, taking a seat seemed like a good idea. I gripped the edge of the table and nodded to Brian.

“Flann and I…” He was embarrassed. “We cannae read the man’s thoughts.”

I waited for more, but he was finished. “That’s it?”

“Aye.”

“Does that never happen?”

“Auch, aye. It happens.”

“Only with fairies?”

Brian sighed. “I suppose some might have been fairies…”

“So it happens with regular people?”

“It can, aye.”

I deliberately turned my head to Wickham and lifted my chin. “We’re meeting him at the Pembroke statue at six. Brace yourself, Effie.”

It wasthe most awkward date of my life…and totally worth it—of the three of us, Wickham was the most uncomfortable.

When he and I stepped out of the old Bod, “Nice Lookin’ Fella” was already there. He closed the distance and reached for my hand. “High time for names, I think. I’m Griffon Carew. Professor Griffon Carew. Department of Theology.”

I was already out of my league, but there was no turning back now.

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