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“No,” I snap defiantly, “It’s not possible. It has to be a mistake. Maybe it was a rogue group of Fairies or something? Or shapeshifters trying to stir up trouble? They’re always doing things like that.” “But your Fairy King has a motive, Mariel,” Eric says in exasperation. But I can’t believe this. I won’t.. “I’ve known Robin since I was a child,” I plead, “he would never condone something like this.” “You’re still a child,” says the plump grouchy man sitting across from me. “Albert,” Eric growls through gritted teeth as he shoots a death glare across the table, “Watch your tongue. She is my… guest.” The round old man shifts uncomfortably between the arms of his chair like a sausage ready to burst from its casing. “Hmph,” he grunts as he averts his eyes and places a fist under one of