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agitated sate. She was simply stunning and his breath caught, his sore groin hardening quickly.
    She puffed out her very blessed chest, making the word Rebel , which was stitched onto her article of clothing, seem wide and prominent. He smiled. She was indeed a rebel, so defiant.
    So perfect.
    So…thoroughly annoyed?
    She swatted at him, her small fists striking his bare chest, barely affecting him. She continued, both with strikes and a line of curses. Rossi held her with one hand, his other cupping his groin, an amused smile easing over his lips. It would appear humans did indeed fall from the sky within his realm. Rather ill-tempered ones at that.
    Thankfully, she was most pleasing to the eye.
    Her full lips formed a pout and she tipped her head, her sable hair falling over one shoulder. “Are you laughing at me?”
    “Perhaps,” he replied, liking the sound of her voice, especially when she was not cursing him, his gods, any gods, his man parts, his species, and so forth.
    “That’s not very nice,” she scolded.
    He pursed his lips, wanting to touch her cheek and the tiny dusting of freckles that went up over her nose. “Neither is striking my groin.”
    She pouted, and the action sent fire to the very groin he’d only just spoken of. Her long hair fell over one shoulder, covering part of the Rebel word on her clothing. “I suppose that isn’t very nice. I thought you wanted to murder me.”
    He lifted a brow. “Dare I ask why?”
    “The other guys who grabbed me looked an awful lot like they had bad things on their minds, followed by murdering me. Figured you were the same,” she said, glancing over her shoulder as if she feared another would be there.
    Rossi thought harder upon her words. “What others?”
    “They had black wings. And their wings were also shaped different from yours.”
    Anger pulsed up and through him. He pulled harder on her than he had intended and she stumbled against his frame. She gasped and he released her at once.
    She stayed pushed against him. “You’re hard as a rock.”
    He was, but he doubted very much if she meant his dick, so he refrained from commenting. His brothers would never believe he had not seized the chance to make lewd remarks to a female.
    They would first have trouble believing you saved a human.
    He cleared his throat and lifted his arms, fearful he’d touch her in ways he should not as she had not granted him such liberties. He drew his wings into him, and he knew that should she look upon his back, there would be no signs he even possessed such gifts of flight.
    Her eyes widened and she took only the smallest of steps back from him, looking him up and down. “It’s you! I know you.”
    He did not recall having met her before. He would have remembered her.
    She shook her head slightly. “Prince Charming is real.”
    He had never been referred to as such before. Most females whispered he was the Prince of Pleasure, but if she wished him to be charming, he would try to accommodate.
    “I knew you were real,” she said, and then paused. “But you haven’t aged a day in all these years. How is that?”
    “We have not met,” he said, the urge to call her his love again nearly winning out.
    She huffed. “I was little and with Pappy. I thought you were Prince Charming.”
    Rossi stilled. It could not be. The child he had seen was a grown woman already? The magik of his people left them aging so slowly that it took hundreds upon hundreds of cycles for one to reach what was considered adulthood among his kind. Humans aged in the blink of an eye.
    The truth of that stood before him now, no longer a small child, no longer pointing at him with wide eyes and child-like wonder. Though, she called him the same thing again—Prince Charming. Yes, he remembered now that that was what had prompted the older man to laugh.

Chapter Eight

    Lucy’s bottom lip quivered, and she knew before the first tear fell that she’d lost her ability to look like a hard-nosed