Jareth smiled, and it was just like I remembered: sultry, charming, and full of twisty little secrets sure to come bite you on the ass when you weren’t looking. That was Faerie for you.
After some shameless staring, I found my voice. “I’ll have you know I’m resisting the urge to slam this door.”
“Much appreciated, Sarah. At least until I’ve had a chance to present myself.”
“Then I can slam the door?”
“If you see fit.”
I crossed my arms and took a deep breath, which oh-so-conveniently carried a temptacious scent of otherworldly Faerie lord in with it. “Well then, present away. I’m listening.”
“Out here?”
I raised an eyebrow. “I’ve read appropriate lore. Once I invite you in, there are all kinds of guest-host relationships. Tell me out here, please.”
The edge of that smile was back, as if he were secretly delighted I’d caught such an easy trick. “You could think of it as a mandatory lateral transfer.”
I let that bureaucratese settle for a moment. “You’ve been forced out into my world?”
There was that devil smile again. “Forced is such a harsh word.”
“And you showed up on my doorstep because…what, we’re such good friends?”
“Oh, but Sarah, don’t you recall that your friends would be there if you called? All of them?”
“Yes…”
“Well, I’m calling you now.”
I didn’t even try to backward-sideways parse that stream of logic, the way you had to do with all things Faerie. “We’re friends?”
“I would dearly like to be.”
Let me tell you, smoldering Faerie lords in distress are pretty damned hard to resist. “Well then, you’d better come in.”
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I opened the door and blinked hard.
Nope. Still there.
Jareth smiled, and it was just like I remembered: sultry, charming, and full of twisty little secrets sure to come bite you on the ass when you weren’t looking. That was Faerie for you.
After some shameless staring, I found my voice. “I’ll have you know I’m resisting the urge to slam this door.”
“Much appreciated, Sarah. At least until I’ve had a chance to present myself.”
“Then I can slam the door?”
“If you see fit.”
I crossed my arms and took a deep breath, which oh-so-conveniently carried a temptacious scent of otherworldly Faerie lord in with it. “Well then, present away. I’m listening.”
“Out here?”
I raised an eyebrow. “I’ve read appropriate lore. Once I invite you in, there are all kinds of guest-host relationships. Tell me out here, please.”
The edge of that smile was back, as if he were secretly delighted I’d caught such an easy trick. “You could think of it as a mandatory lateral transfer.”
I let that bureaucratese settle for a moment. “You’ve been forced out into my world?”
There was that devil smile again. “Forced is such a harsh word.”
“And you showed up on my doorstep because…what, we’re such good friends?”
“Oh, but Sarah, don’t you recall that your friends would be there if you called? All of them?”
“Yes…”
“Well, I’m calling you now.”
I didn’t even try to backward-sideways parse that stream of logic, the way you had to do with all things Faerie. “We’re friends?”
“I would dearly like to be.”
Let me tell you, smoldering Faerie lords in distress are pretty damned hard to resist. “Well then, you’d better come in.”