Fairy-Struck
I shrugged at Amanda, not wanting to take the time to explain.
We maneuvered through the crowd and finally reached the reception desk; a shining curve of snowy marble topped with glass. There was a tall, ebony-haired man waiting in front of it; pointedly ignoring the adoring looks he was getting from the receptionist. His hair was cut fashionably short; sweeping back from his high forehead in tousled layers, his suit was obviously expensive; fitting his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly, and his sapphire eyes, though stunning, looked completely normal. Except he wasn't normal; he was a fairy.
"Dylan Thorn?" I asked, and he smiled slowly; his aura flashing with sparks of deep emerald