53 – Jennifer M. Eaton

“Explain!” Morath demanded.

Yoran shuddered, and glanced at his beloved wife. Deep within, the part of himself that had sold his soul to The Establishment cringed, knowing he had been intimate with a woman tainted with fae filth.

“Daddy?” Marci’s eyes teared.

His heart broken, he tried to speak, forcing his mind not to think of his beloved children as abominations.  His heart constricted as he took his wife’s hands in his own. “The truth, my beloved, is that the fae now outnumber the humans, and The Establishment knows it. If the portal is opened permanently, there will be nothing to stop them from defiling…”

He bit back his words, seeing the fae light in her eyes for the first time.  How hadn’t he seen it sooner?  His nose crinkled with disgust.  He closed his eyes, and swallowed hard. “How can this be true,” he whispered. “Are you sure? Could this not be some sort of fae trickery? Some decadent form of faery witchcraft?”

Natalia shook her head.  “The memories were my own. I have been the key all along.  We were meant to meet, dearest husband, and our love was foretold from the beginning of time.  Our son is the binding force between our two worlds, but you, my husband… you are the one who will lead us. You are the one who will lead my people back to the fertile soils of earth, where we will take our rightful place.”

His jaw fell.  “How can you ask this of me?”

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