Chapter 2

"What are you doing?" I heard her soft voice ask me, as she sat upon my shoulder. My mind was focused on the simple action of fixing my tie, even though I had done it a million times and could do it with my eyes closed. I could feel her looking at me through the reflection in the mirror. 

"I'm getting ready for an art showcase," I told her, and then cleared my throat as I looked at my Rolex watch and monitored the time. "What are you doing here, Elisabeth?" 

She giggled and her sparkly wings moved with excitement as she flipped her pink hair and blushed, "always straight to business with you, sexy man," she teased and I raised an eyebrow. 

"You're being flirty today," I said to her, "what's wrong? Your fairy boyfriend isn't paying attention to you?" 

She huffed and then folded her arms, sulking and I looked at her, "apologies," I said, seriously. 

Elisabeth may be the size of my little finger, but she's one of the most powerful beings I know. More powerful than a witch and much more quicker than a vampire. She's an ally I've kept ever since she was gifted to me on my very first birthday as a baby. 

"I had a dream," she lulled and then I heard the tinkering of her power as she flew and I put out my palm and let her sit on it as I lifted my hand so I could look at her, "I had...a dream, Quentin..." She spoke to me, as she sat criss-cross in my palm and I nodded, waiting for her to continue. 

"It was of you...you were sitting, on this plush green grass with sunflowers all around you and butterflies. A single blanket, a single blanket you sat on and you were...smiling," she said softly as she smiled at me and I frowned. 

Smiling? 

"And we both, and your pack know that you rarely do that. But, but you were smiling, and it...it was breath taking and your eyes held a sparkle, a twinkle."

"How preposterous, a sparkle and a twinkle? Elisabeth, I am not one to take lightly th-" 

"A breath or two to calm down, my Alpha," she hushed, lifting her hand and I felt myself immediately calm down. She'd used her fairy magic, "let me continue." 

"The sun was bright, and the clouds were big and puffy, like many marshmallows, I wished I could just lay on them and sleep. Then, I wondered why you were smiling so much, until I saw..." 

"You saw what?" I a sked her and she looked at me, her eyes confused, excited, shocked, wondering, childlike, and innocent. 

"Her..." 

"Her?" 

"Yes...it was...brown skin, curly hair...dimples...yes, I remember seeing one on her left cheek, and she was...my goodness," she whispered, "her smile," she smiled, "her smile made me feel warm. She was wearing, a really bright and happy dress and she was, I believe she was twirling around the sunflowers and dancing, to a non-existent beat." 

"Hm," I said in response as I looked at the fairy, "what does that mean?" 

"I think..." 

"For crying out loud, Elisabeth, the least you can do is at least finish your sentences and be-" 

"I think I've found your mate," she said to me, standing and then walking to my index finger where she leaned against it, "your real mate...I think it's her." 

"That's what you said for my other 8 wives," I said to her and shook my head, pursing my lips. 

"I know, I know," she nodded, "she'll be there...in London, she'll be there at the art showcase. You'll know, when you see her, that she's the one. And listen, Quentin, if you don't bring her back with you on that very same day, you will never, ever see her again." 

"Wha-" there was a knock on my bedroom door and I turned to see my third wife enter the room and she smiled at me, curtsying as she walked to me. 

"I hope I didn't interrupt-" 

I turned away from her to look back into my palm but Elisabeth was long gone. 

I sighed and looked back at my wife, "yes, Grace?" 

"It's time to leave for London, Alpha."