Donal's trouble had started when his father had fallen for a fairy.
Was he no better than his father?
He fell into step beside Meg as she remained silent. He hoped she was mulling over what he'd said. He'd never had to tell anyone they were a fairy. He'd figured the church would be the final point she couldn't deny.
In his time, people knew what they were. Life was easier because the enemies looked like enemies and friends looked like friends.
“You're quiet," he said.
She sighed. “It is a lot to take in, but I'm not sure I believe you, but I don't know why you would lie to me."
He held the door open to her apartment building. She stopped just inside, spinning around to look at him. “Did you want to come up, Donal?"
“I don't think that would be proper."
She smiled as if what he s
