What was I thinking doing DreamWalkers for NaNoWriMo?

Gah, anyway, here is new snippet.

Medea saw Elena eyed her from the corner of her room and ignored her. Elena was not only territorial, she was also protective, it was better if she avoided any confrontation with her. Or with anyone.

"Be careful with him."

Medea sighed. "Firdaus is a magic user and knows how to break my bones in 347 different ways. I think he'll be safe from me."

"That's not what I mean."

Medea kept her head down as she tied her shoes and didn't say anything more in the hopes that Elena would move along.

"I mean you should be careful around him."

At that Medea lifted her head to stare at Elena whose hands were mighty close to her revolver. "Are you saying he might hurt me?"

"Of course not. Yes. No." Elena sighed and crossed her ankles, her shoulders slumping. "Not in the way you're thinking, he's...he's a half-ling, Medea."

Medea's eyebrows lifted. "Wow, would never peg your for a speciest, El."

"Don't call me El, and you know I didn't mean it that way."

"No, I don't." Medea pushed the last stack of T shirts into her backpack and stood. "You're the one who lobbied for him to be my Champion and now you're saying I'm not safe with him."

"You'll be safe in all the way that matters, he will guard you with his last breath but the fact that he is a half-ling, that he is part Sidhe makes things complicated."

"I know all the stories Elena, I know how dangerous the Fae are."

"No, you really don't." She straightened from the wall and looked down on me from her height. "Most of the Fae like the Kelpie, the will 'o wisp, even Rumplestilskin they want a specific thing from you: your life, your first born child, whatever, but the Sidhe are different. The Sidhe would take your most intimate, most cherished secret desire and twist it until you don't recognize what you've become. With most of the Fae the worst it can get is that you die, but the Sidhe won't kill you," she said as she holstered her weapon with a firm and steady hand. Her green eyes vivid against the fairness of her skin. "They will unmake you."

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