<span style="font-family:Handlee">It took alot of zigzagging around before they finally reached the parking garage. Faye had no idea what had taken so long; she'd kept her eyes squeezed shut the entire time she was in his arms, not wanting to throw up on him. Wouldn't that be just lovely. Once he slowed, she finally got brave enough to open one eye, and then the other. He set her down and she immediately took a few shaky steps away from him. Turning to look at him, mouth open to speak, she saw that he had a finger pressed to his lips and shut her own in response. With a slight frown apparent on her face, she strained her ears to listen out for anything that sounded out of the ordinary.<br/>
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The seconds ticked by. There was nothing.<br/>
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A few minutes later, Faye released a breath she'd been holding in a huff and crossed her arms. "Care to tell me what the hell is going on here?" Focused on him and his magnificent flying/leaping abilities, and the demon creatures with wings darker than the night, she'd almost forgotten about the fire illusion. Almost. It lingered in the back of her mind, her brain already trying to make up excuses as to how and why it had happened. Perhaps she'd dreamed it. Perhaps this entire night was a dream, and she'd actually made it safe and sound to her car and home, even. She could be sleeping right now.<br/>
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Without thinking twice about it, she pinched herself. "Ow!" Frowning deeper, she glanced down at her arm for a second before lifting her gaze to him again. Arms dropping to her side, she stepped closer. "What are you? And why did they call you prince?"</span>