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  He spelled out each word with care. “I will behave.”

  He planned to hide under the bed during their honeymoon. If he was going to get sick from the transformation, he would run into the bathroom and use the litter box. When the electrical magic of Clarissa and Felix’s touch affinities had previously set off Lucifer’s magic and burned through the curse, his transformation to his human self had been temporary. Perhaps it would be again, but Lucifer suspected if he didn’t squander his magic like last time, and he instead stored it, he wouldn’t change back into a cat.

  It also meant he wouldn’t be able to work any other spells, but he didn’t care. As long as he could be a man again and be with Abigail, to hold her in his human arms again, he would be happy. He nuzzled her hand.

  “There’s so much that can go wrong with this plan,” Abigail said. “Your electrical magic might weaken the wards, and the Raven Court might find a way to get in. I don’t want them to hurt Clarissa.”

  He tapped the board. “Raven Court will not know where they are honeymoon. They will not look for way in.” He found it more difficult to keep his words from jumbling together. “Do not worry.”

  She offered him a hopeful smile, but the lines didn’t ease from her forehead.

  “Tell them strengthen wards after honeymoon.” He wrote. “You can bring Clarissa smoothie.” Breathy pants escaped from him, the closest he could manage to a chuckle. Clarissa hated Abigail’s healthy smoothies.

  “That’s right! I can bring her a strawberry-kelp-banana smoothie in the morning so they have energy.” Abigail beamed.

  Now that they were on the topic of food, Abigail was in her element. Lucifer did his best to pay attention while Abigail told him about the menu she was helping plan and the wedding cake she would be baking for the wedding.

  Abigail still hadn’t decided whether she was going to bake the cake at home and bring it when Felix magically transported her or use the oven at Womby’s School for Wayward Witches, the magical boarding school where Clarissa and Felix worked as high school teachers. Yet all he could think about was the numerous ways this plan might go wrong.

  Most matron of honors only had to plan invitations, decorations, and catering. But Abigail also had to worry about uninvited Fae guests who had figured out what Clarissa’s affinity was and wanted to kidnap her for it.

  Touch magic was more than pleasant sensations that could break curses. It could amplify other Witchkin’s and Fae’s powers and be used as a weapon against others. Lucifer was fortunate no one knew about his affinity or his brother’s. He hoped to keep it that way.

  In three days they had a wedding to attend, and he had a honeymoon to crash. Lucifer was so close to freedom he could almost taste all the cake, pizza, and wedding leftovers he was going to get to eat once he was in his human body once again.

  CHAPTER TWO

  A Fairy Tale Wedding

  Abigail was so busy with preparations in the days to come, she hardly had time for Lucifer. He was left to his own devices once they arrived at Womby’s School for Wayward Witches. He did his best to play his part, behaving as any other sociopathic cat: killing mice, hissing at teenagers who came too close to Abigail, and watching for any ravens that happened to be flying over the grounds of the school.

  Lucifer only saw one raven, Priscilla, and Abigail had forbidden him from pouncing on his sister.

  On the day of the wedding, magic was thick in the air, mingling with Clarissa’s anxiety. Magic and nerves were never a good mix among the half-breed offspring of Fae and humans known as Witchkin.

  If Clarissa had been his daughter, he would have told her it wasn’t too late for her to change her mind about the wedding. She was still young, in her twenties. She was cute with freckles, making her appear far younger than she actually was. There were plenty of other men out there who would put up with her hot pink hair and eccentric art teacher ways.

  But if Lucifer could have spoken, he would have been human. He wouldn’t have needed for her and Felix to release a dose of Red affinity magic that he could snatch up to break his curse. He didn’t want Clarissa to marry a potentially nefarious man like his brother, but he did need them to consummate their marriage.

  Abigail helped Clarissa get ready in the morning while Lucifer tried to stay out of the way. Clarissa was dressed in Abigail’s wedding dress, a gown from the eighties with puff sleeves and layers of ruffles that invited a cat’s claws to snag against the lace. Lucifer’s reaction seeing it a second time wasn’t any better than the first time he’d seen it. He hunched down, fighting the instinct to shred it into pieces.

  Abigail had worn the dress on her wedding day with Adam. She’d looked like a princess.

  Lucifer had gone into the woods and killed mice to appease his anger that night.

  Preparations the morning of the wedding went smoothly enough despite the tension in the air.

  The moment the Fae burst into the cottage, all that changed.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The Godfather. The Fairy Godfather, That Is

  The moment Lucifer laid eyes on Prince Elric of the Silver Court, he was fairly certain he was the one person he loathed more than his brother. For one thing, the man was a Fae prince—an elite and entitled noble used to getting his way. For another, he was a powerful being who radiated so much magic he could have scooped it into bottles and marketed it as a perfume. The man wore a crystal crown on top of his long silvery hair. Despite the color of his long locks, his face was youthful.

  Elric swept Clarissa into his arms like a rakish former lover—which he probably was.

  The Fae man fussed over Clarissa. “I beg you will forgive this intrusion, but there are some traditions I cannot ignore, and giving a blessing to one of my subjects is one of them.”

  Lucifer snorted. He gathered this princey fellow thought he was her fairy godfather.

  Abigail and Clarissa both tried to deter him from a “blessing.” Lucifer knew all too well how mixed those blessings could be—especially from an uninvited Fae who had just crashed a wedding. The Fae Lucifer had met in the Unseen Realm and Faerie Realm were all tricksters—even the seemingly benign ones. A Fae on a wedding day would result in trouble.

  Abigail sat on edge in her chair, chaperoning the visitor. Lucifer stalked back and forth, eager for Abigail’s go ahead to strike. The moment the man’s advice upset Clarissa, Abigail left her seat and placed a hand on the man’s arm. “Stop right there.”

  Elric gestured toward the door. Abigail’s green eyes clouded over and she stumbled toward the exit. Lucifer’s attack instincts were set into motion, but instead of launching himself at Elric, he found himself rushing out the door, rolling around in a bush of catnip, more drunk than a sailor. He couldn’t recall what he’d been about to do.

  Eventually he wandered back inside the cottage and plopped himself down on someone’s jacket on a chair. He heard beautiful voices singing eighties love ballads in the distance. The soothing sound put him to sleep.

  The sounds of screaming woke him from his cat nap.

  END OF EXCERPT

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Sarina Dorie has sold over 150 short stories to markets like Analog, Daily Science Fiction, Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, Orson Scott Card’s IGMS, Cosmos, and Abyss and Apex. Her stories and published novels have won humor and Romance Writer of America awards. She has sold three novels to publishers. Her steampunk romance series, The Memory Thief and her collections, Fairies, Robots and Unicorns—Oh My! and Ghosts, Werewolves and Zombies—Oh My! are available on Amazon, along with a dozen other novels she has written.

  A few of her favorite things include: gluten-free brownies (not necessarily glutton-free), Star Trek, steampunk aesthetics, fairies, Severus Snape, Captain Jack Sparrow, and Mr. Darcy.

  By day, Sarina is a public-school art teacher, artist, belly dance performer and instructor, copy editor, fashion designer, event organizer and probably a few other things. By night, she writes. As you might imagine, this leaves little time for sleep.