" Not, Oberon, by the way. I mean Paul. ...Charles. I think. "

She doesn't care. She just wanted Ares.

Then Leanansidhe threw back her head and laughed. The lights flickered once, went out, and returned as the Queen of the Exiles swung her gaze down to Claire.

Leanansidhe sat back and crossed her long legs. "Stole? Im quite certain you mean saved, dont you, pet?"




Ares is what she got.

Exactly. Mostly because Ares is adorable and he's useful.

" Saved from what? "

Right. It's a win-win situation to have him around.




"Oh, so you havent heard this story. Puck, darling, shame on you. You never told her."

" told me what? " She said, looking at Puck.

After a while, a siren in a business suit arrives at the castle. Noting sirens don't tend to do that, he's presumably under Marina's rule.

He fidgeted on the armrest, not meeting her gaze.

Leanansidhe laughed again. "Well, this is an unexpected drama. How fabulous! I must set the stage." She clapped, and the lights abruptly went out, save for a single spotlight over the piano.

"Lea, dont." Pucks voice surprised was low, rough, and almost desperate. "Not this way. Let me explain it to her."

" then explain it to me! "