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"Spring has something of mine; he knows what it is." She smiled coldly. "I need you to bring it to me."

"And why would I do that?" Story folded her arms over her chest.

A branch from the sidhe's hair glided out in front of her, bearing a single, small acorn. "Because I poisoned Eirnin."

One of the tattoos on her shoulder coalesced into a live oak leaf, and she plucked it before standing up and holding it out toward Story. "And if you want the antidote, you will bring me what I seek."

Story lunged for the leaf, but the Autumn Princess was too quick and crushed it in her hand....

"Eirnin's silver eyes, now showing hints of bright yellow, widened in astonishment as he stared, transfixed, at the red blood dripping from the wound on Story's foot."

""What" are "you?""

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A simple question with a not-so-simple answer for seventeen-year-old Story, who finds herself, a lone human, thrust in the middle of a war between creatures she once thought only existed in faerie tales.

The elf queen motioned from the two Seasons back to the elf by her side. "This is Ealis. She will accompany the Spring Prince on his journey and assist him as needed."

"What?" Morrigann's jaw dropped, and he tore his gaze from Ealis back to the Summer Queen. "What journey?"

His mother silenced him with a look. "A half-blood has a been found."

Turning back to the mage, the Spring Prince found her meeting his gaze steadily, almost with a note of challenge. Her silver eyes, while maintaining the typical elvish aloofness Morrigann had come to expect over the years, narrowed as she...