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“Why do you have blue hair?” she asked. “Is it because of blueberries?”

Ambrose slowly rose to his full height, over a head taller than me. “You can see me?”

Fiona wrinkled her nose. “Duh. You’re kind of hard to miss.”

Ambrose and I shot each other confused looks. “How can she see me, Enid?”

I wasn’t entirely sure. Humans couldn’t see the Fair Folk. That was the entire point the curse the Fairwitch had lain upon them.

Fiona pointed. “You never answered my question about your hair.”

Ambrose just stared at the little girl, blinking. “This shouldn’t be possible.”

I tapped my chin. I’d had a theory or two after Fiona had overheard Ambrose and me when he’d visited weeks earlier. It had felt like a lifetime ago. “You know, this town’s magic is fueled by Fairwitch herself. Maybe because of that, the curse doesn’t apply here.”

Ambrose’s gaze shot to meet mine. “If that’s true, we could actually visit, interact with people.”

I thought of all the eligible women in Fairwitch Isle desperate for a husband. The same ones who had been clamoring for Nevan’s attention. They would certainly be interested in the gorgeous Fair Folk.

“You’ll find plenty of willing men and women here.”

Ambrose’s mouth curved into a smile. “I need to get back to Kiln Mountain immediately, tell the other Fair Folk about this.” He rushed forward, grabbing my shoulders. “This could change everything, Enid. We’ve been so lonely for so long.”

“Just slow down,” I said. “Take a deep breath. Come back in a few weeks, and maybe I can introduce you to the high prince.”

He nodded, then hesitated before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I’ll see you in a few weeks, then.”

CHAPTER 44

Nevan

Enid sat on the healer stool in my lab, leaning over the injured man and cleaning the gaping cut on his leg with a new salve I’d made from one of her plants. This salve had the ability to disinfect a wound. This would make it far easier to keep my patients’ injuries from getting reinfected.

She finished layering on the salve. I’d never seen Enid so determined than I had in these last few weeks as she shadowed me and learned about healing. She’d make an amazing healer one day. I was sure of it. “Done.”

I nodded at the man. “Enid is going to bandage it, and then you can come back in a few days so we can check on you.”

He gave a grateful smile to both of us before leaving the room. Enid wiped her hands on a cloth, her hair tied back, wisps escaping and framing her face. A white apron hung over her brown dress, cinched tight around her small waist. She bent slightly, giving me a perfect view of the swell of her breasts.

My cock twitched, and I already knew exactly what I wanted to do right now. I strode toward her, and she straightened as I pushed her against the back counter, then lifted her onto it.

She clutched my shoulders and shot a look at the door. “We’re at work right now, and I’m trying to be professional.”

I kissed her neck, and she shuddered. “I thought you wanted me to have better work-life balance.”

“And you consider this work-life balance?”

“Absolutely.” I skimmed my hands up her legs and under her dress, then to the area between her legs, and she gasped. “Already wet for me.”

“Always,” she said as I stuck a finger inside of her, making her head fall back and her eyes flutter. “Godwitches, Nevan. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had magic of your own.”

“No.” I crooked my finger inside her, grazing the spot that I knew drove her wild.

She moaned.

“I just happen to be obsessed with every part of your body.”

“Lucky me,” she panted as I added another finger, using my other hand to massage her clit.