This part of the city was painful for any fey other than a regent to visit. It was why he wanted Leslie there, safe from the prying eyes of Irial’s fey. It wouldn’t stop Irial himself, but it would keep Leslie safe from the rest of the Dark Court—even as it would sicken Niall.I deserve it, though, the sickness. He’d pushed her boundaries, crossed lines he knew not to broach. After all of this time, he’d come perilously close to giving in to what he was—and she’d die from it if he did.“Are you still with me?” she asked.“I am.” He turned to look at her and saw them—Bananach and several of Irial’s less-obedient faeries. They weren’t near enough to see Leslie, but they would be if Niall didn’t move her. He pulled her into a shadowed doorway and put his back to the street, keeping her out of their sight. She didn’t resist. Instead she tilted her head up so he could kiss her again. Just one more kiss.When he pulled away he was more careful this time, enjoying the glazed look in her eyes, enjoying the knowledge that he made her feel so close to tumbled, but keeping his glamour firmly in place.
