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Better. Than. Fantasy.

Every time. How was that even possible?

Was this some sort of ever-intensifying, unbreakable magic spell?

His arms were strong around me, his body perfectly bigger than mine. He clutched me to him with a strength that had a delicious touch of the possibility that he could crush me in the most wonderful way.

He pulled away, whispering, “Maybe I like chaos.”

What was he talking about? I grabbed a handful of blond locks and dragged his lips back to mine, demanding more.

Oh, I was the chaos.

I opened my mouth, breaking contact, sputtering words between hungry kisses. “You don’t. Nobody does. Except me.” I thought about it. I liked chaos, didn’t I?

Change and unexpected adventures.

Was that chaos?

His lips were a firm pressure, my soul a shower of fireworks and sparks as he lit me up from the inside out.

Actually, no. I didn’t like chaos. Not really.

“Okay,” I said between urgent kisses, my hands under his shirt, feeling the delicious heat of his skin. “Not chaos. Adventure. Change. The unexpected. Pleasant surprises.”

He shushed me, and pulled me into his lap, tipping us horizontally onto the couch, our lips a rodeo of passion.

These kisses meant business. If anything, we seemed to be falling closer rather than drifting further away from each other.

The reversal spell I’d requested was definitely not working.

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At home that night,I wept, aware that none of what I’d felt tonight had been truly real.

It was merely what I’d wished for.

Nothing more.

Nothing real.

CHAPTER33

~ Estelle ~

Imarched past Trish’s cubicle and the perfect little pink cardigan she kept over the back of her chair, not even phased by her whispers about Igor eating bad fairies. Whatever. She was a liar, and I was on to her.

I had a client in a spiral who needed my help.

I entered the head fairy’s office, taking her by surprise.

She quickly pounded the end of a lit cigar into a nearby ashtray. Above her, smoke rings floated, losing shape. I swear two of them looked like hearts. She shot me a guilty look, dropping the ashtray and cigar into her trash can despite the fire risk of doing so.

“Was just trying to figure out what Paxi liked about these.” She gave a light, fake cough and I wondered how long she’d been a smoker. Hopefully not too long. Magic couldn’t protect you from everything, including the evils of lung cancer.

“Permission to enter the human world.”

Gram-Gram blinked and sat forward, suddenly very alert. “Explain.”

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