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She would so desire. I don’t think anything could rip her away from her kids. “She’s much too attached to her lies for me to so much as broach the subject unless I offer a means for her to retain the falsehoods.”

“Well, we both know there are ways for a star nymph to maintain such abilities…however difficult it may be to find and coerce them into acceptance.” Castor angles his face ever so slightly toward me. “Shall I make myself more of a threat? Allow you to appeal to her desires for stability and control by implying that becoming fully fae would grant her access to magic she may use to protect herself and the baby?”

That would be positively evil.

Nevertheless, I consider it.

Am I okay with manipulating my soulmate in such a devious manner?

I mean, obviously.

I have already attempted something far worse.

Without gaining everything else on top of her humanity, however, she may hold a grudge against me for the deception. And, without humanity weighing her down, that grudge may be quite eternal.

There are limits and lines I shouldn’t cross, things I want that I can’t achieve through schemes.

“It would be for her own good,” Castor notes. “Humanity does little for those so marked by our kind; even our brighter seelie kin suffer.”

“For her own good or not, some things should be her choice.”

“You’d allow your beloved to stroll toward her demise?”

The idea of that alone twists my heart. “She’s a Christian. The freedom to stroll toward one’s demise is a foundationalpart of theology and likely very important to her. Removing free will turns God into a tyrant, idly watching His creatures destroy themselves with no reason not to intercede on every account.”

Castor barks a laugh. “My, you fancy yourself able to play God? You’d have the strength to continue in her absence should the threat of her impending doom steal her from the mortal realm?”

Probably not.

But some bridges we must cross when we reach them, and some burdens we must bear in silence.

“Castor.”

His head tilts.

“Do not try to help me with this.”

Standing, he dusts off his outrageous outfit. “Fine. Should your opinion change, let me know.”

“Appreciated.”

Without another word, he’s gone.

And I’m alone. Again.

Chapter 12

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DaniBird153: Hello, my sweet beautiful wonderful treasure of a friend. Sorry to interrupt your enriching Monday morning…

Munching my sandwich, I check that my kiddos aren’t killing themselves during their lunch break in the magical mushroom tavern space surrounding me. All I can think is that Alexios would hate it in here, sitting on a toadstool while glowing fungus provide ample mood lighting. Kassandra really outdid herself after coming into her sandwoman powers and redecorating the school to be a lavish land of imagination and creativity—visible only for children and those who can see Faerie. It’s so much more than I could see in the pictures on Pollux’s enchanted phone.

Simply put: I’d be overwhelmed by the sheer amazingness if I had the time.

Shame I’m too busy being the best teacher’s assistant in the world and stressing over not being at home with my baby.

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