Free Falling-Legend (Legend series Book 4)

Free Falling-Legend (Legend series Book 4)

They call her Z and she is a handful ready to explode. She has entered the war<br />against Gais and the Dark Fae and means to take him on all by herself. She is driven.<br />Aaibhe, Queen of the Seelie has other plans, and she sends in Prince Danté to execute and preserve her wishes.<br />Z and the prince meet and hackles go up on both sides. Oooh…no, they don’t like each other one bit. <br />They bang heads at every turn, and those turns become a whirlwind of emotions and feisty Z, well, her attitude is ‘bring it.’ <br /><br /><br />He was a prince, and he was at my front door? Why? <br /><br />Beneath his lightweight black leather jacket, he wore a black Polo shirt tucked into his Lauren blue jeans; his black leather belt held a gold buckle engraved with etchings. He wore gold-tipped Gucci boots. This Fae knew how to outfit himself. <br />And then I looked into his eyes.<br />I was struck by the depth of those golden eyes. I was taken by the sparkle of green flecks in the deep gold of their color, but as I looked I noticed a certain aloofness therein. I knew, without being told, this Fae was not happy to be here. Fine—I wasn’t happy about his being here, either. We were in agreement.<br />His chin went up. “I am Danté, Prince of Lugh.”<br />“Good for you, fella—now, what do you want?” I didn’t like his arrogant and cold demeanor, and I didn’t think I liked him, not one bit.<br />“It is not what I want that brings me here, Daoine,” he snapped. “It is my queen’s wish.”<br />Well, that got my interest. “Now why would Queen Aaibhe send you to me?”<br />“Manners dictate that you should invite me in,” he answered grandly.<br />I felt like laughing at him. Not nice, I know. “Maybe I don’t feel like being mannerly,” I countered. For some reason he hadn’t brought out the best in me. “Okay, the quicker I listen to what you have to say, the quicker I get rid of you.”<br />“I wish that could be the case. I wish it more than you do, but apparently we are stuck with one another for a time,” he said on a heavy sigh. “You, Daoine child, are my assignment,” he snapped. “And as much as I wish it otherwise, there you are.”<br />“That is your problem, not mine.” I wagged a finger at him. What the hell was this? Since when was I anyone’s assignment?<br />“Well, I am making it your problem.” His smile was wicked, as though he were getting pleasure at my shock and discomfort. It was beyond tolerable. <br />“OH! Get out of my home … NOW!”<br />“Can’t—Queen Aaibhe has ordered me to take you on as an assignment. I am honor-bound to do so.” He inclined his regal head. “I am saying that willing or not … you have a houseguest—me.”