Why don't you shave at least?" She shook her head. "I mean youare parading around in stockings and don't even shave. Jeez,this is a paradox in itself....Who are you? Oh before you start,don't give me any bullshit."I shook my head and mumbled. "It's none of your business. Pleaselet me go. I promise you won't see me again."She laughed while a waiter brought our Chardonnay. "Look, youare mine and you know it. Otherwise you would have left. Onceagain, don't give me this bullshit or do you really want. "From atop the hill the group looked down at their leader who was alreadyhalf-way down the hill. To no one's surprise, the only one who didn'tseem bothered by the warehouse's aura was Lady Kinsley.With a small wave of a hand, Erin threw her senses out. She frowned for amoment none of it made any sense. The magics now cast by humans werenothing compared to the Fae but this magic touch was neither. However,what happened here was most definitely a magical event. It was if thegates of Tartaros were. ..." He stopped and looked at the woman who had guessed his identity.He'd never seen her before, though he wished he had. She was gorgeous, aboutthirty, with long blonde hair almost to her waist and a set of curves thather expensive navy dress seemed to highlight rather than conceal.Elsbeth smiled, recognizing his curiosity and confusion. And his lust. "Canwe go to some private corner of the floor and discuss something?" I guess. But how did you know who I am?" I'll explain everything as soon. Four of Mike's housemates are in the communal kitchen when we walk through the door. We get some smallish disapproving looks and people kind of rearrange themselves while I boil the kettle. Between the four of us we devour most of Mike's food from his cupboard and whole tab of paracetamol. Four mugs of tea later we are all upstairs. The room is minute, a desk covered in junk, a single bed, and a sink-wardrobe unit that takes up most of the floor. There is barely room for us all to stand. Mike.