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“An employee of Vaughn Professional Corporation was the victim of bullying by a barista at a local coffeeshop when the barista mocked our employee’s name, drew a caricature of her without permission and then withheld the drink our employee ordered until she needed to demand the item. Our employee then was further victimized by a cyber bullying campaign by another patron of the coffee shop who felt it necessary to humiliate our employee for standing her ground. It is the opinion of Vaughn Professional Corporation that bullying and harassment of any kind of our employees will not be tolerated, and we will be pursuing this with our legal team. We support our employee’s actions to defend herself against unwanted bullying and harassment and express our condolences that simply bearing a logo on her belongings put her in harm’s way.”
“This is overkill,” she looked at Wilder seriously. “You did not need to do this. Now it’s not going to die down.” She looked at the post and cringed when she realized the first comment was coming from Rafferty. She opened it with dread.
“Imagine if the roles were reversed and the Vaughn employee entered the coffee shop with a drawing of the barista and then refused to pay for or take her drink until the barista acknowledged how wondrous the mockery of her was. What kind of world do we live in when shameful activity by service providers is celebrated?”
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She groaned and looked to the ceiling.
“She’s not blue about it.” Fawn commented with a smile tugging her lips.
“Can I go back to my desk now?”
“No. We need to discuss your family.”
“As I said, I don’t have a family. I was dropped at a hospital as a newborn with only a tiny slip of paper which held my name. My family abandoned me.”
“No, they lost you and that is a dramatic difference. To this day, Jacqueline, we have not been able to figure out what happened and how you were removed from the palace. Can you tell me,” Fawn continued, “were you always able to teleport?”
“I cannot teleport,” she laughed at Fawn’s question. “Man, wouldn’t that make traveling from my shitty apartment in Queen’s here every day so much better.”
“You cannot teleport?”
“No!”
“All fae can teleport.”
/ not fae.”
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“You are fae,” Hugh grunted and voiced to his wife, “has there ever been a case where a fae was raised entirely by humans? Usually, we keep such good track of our own. Perhaps she’s not in tune with her instincts and powers because she’s not been surrounded by her own kind. She should be incredibly powerful with Jack’s blood in her veins. It’s surprising to me she’s not had anything manifest yet.”
“Let’s try something,” Wilder said seriously and he moved towards her. “Rafferty go to the conference room.” Rafferty turned and opened the door to the office and jogged the short distance. He looked at Jacqueline, “look at Raff through the glass, now close your eyes, and imagine yourself in front of him. Picture his face and the bond you have. Tell your brain to take you to Raff. Do it now.”
She wasn’t sure why she was humoring him, but she found herself strangely compelled to do exactly as he instructed with her eyes closed. Her skin buzzed and she opened her eyes in alarm and found herself standing face–to–face with Rafferty. His hands moved to steady her, resting on her hips.
“Hello Mate.”
She felt her heart racing at an incredible rate. “What just happened?”
“You teleported from one place to another.” Rafferty was
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grinning wildly. “Now, think of Wilder. Think of him in the office and think of how much you wish both of us, you and I combined would be standing in front of him. Take me with you.”
She closed her eyes and the applause from Fawn was what made her reopen them when she found herself and Rafferty standing in front of Wilder who was grinning a huge shit–eating smirk.
“Powerful as fuck. One micro lesson and she’s moving other people.” Wilder leaned forward cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead. “You are brilliant, my mate. Our progeny are going to be incredibly gifted.”
“I don’t understand what is happening.” She felt incredibly weak and despite her best intentions was holding onto the forearms of each man as her legs shook. They were tricking her. It was some kind of jedi mind trick.
“What is happening is you are tuning into your fae powers, Jacqueline. You are the missing princess of the Northern Realm, the youngest child of King Jack and Queen Winika Frost. You must feel it in your blood.”
“No,” she tried to protest but everything was screaming in her brain it was true, “I don’t understand.”
“We will be there every step of the way for you,” Wilder said with a smile as if resigned he was going to have to share his mate with his twin. “We will help you untap all of your potejal and48
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we do everything in our power to keep you safe.”
“Safe? From what?”
“Well,” he made a face, “if someone stole you away from our palace twenty–five years ago with the intent to keep you away from your family and the world of fae. They could still be out there. We need to find out the truth. Until we do, you will need to be on guard.”
She would have been worried about his words but then a
rumbling under her feet made her look around in surprise. Wilder and Rafferty exchanged groans and Hugh immediately moved to stand protectively in front of his wife.
An icy blast of frigid air filled the room and then a roar of rage from a throaty, raspy growling beast of a being made Jacqueline’s knees buckle and she gripped Wilder and Rafferty for support.
“Where is my daughter?”
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