He had slicked back, electric blue hair, shocking green eyes that glowed in the dark, and skin like vanilla cream. He wore a tailored suit that should’ve clashed with his hair, but didn’t, and a perfect, devilish smile, and drove a car almost as smooth as his words. She wondered why she felt love for a fae like him. Maybe it was his glamour, or maybe she was just as bad as all the other humans who fell for a supernatural, pretty face. Perhaps both. But when she was with him, he took all her worries and cast them into the wind, and, for a moment, she was free.