“I’m glad you’re not dead,” Evelyn said bluntly.
Haydn chuckled. “I’ve never received a higher compliment.”
“I didn’t know if you’d gotten out of the bar in time.”
“I left right before you did. My friend had other plans for us.”
“You didn’t tell me you were a fuckingdiplomat!” Evelyn hissed.
“You never asked.” Haydn shrugged, which was difficult to do while dancing.
“I shouldn’t have had to ask. You should have told me.”
“I wasn’t thinking about my job that night. I was busy imagining what it would be like to fuck you against the wall.”
Evelyn flushed and glanced around them, terrified that someone overheard. “You can’t say shit like that here!”
“You liked it when I said it the first time.”
“No, I didn’t,” Evelyn lied.
“My mistake was bad timing. You had an illusion over you, so obviously you didn’t want to be recognized. I apologize for ignoring that.”
“You knew I had an illusion? How?”
Haydn cocked his head in question. “Can you not see illusions at all? Not even a hint of what they should be?”
“No. Illusions just… aren’t there.”
“Well, that’s very interesting.”
“Why? What happens for you?”
“Visual illusions show up like a smudge on a window,” he explained. “I can see through it, but I know it’s there. Your attempt at blonde hair was like a stain over your real self.”
“What about Auditory illusions?”
“The other senses are simply muted. Quiet sounds, faint scents, subtle flavors. Enough to notice but not enough to enjoy it. And certainly not enough to beseducedby it.”
I’m not responding to that.
“It’s not just illusions that don’t work. Elemental magic doesn’t affect me, either.” Haydn squeezed her hand. “Try to burn me.”
“Ha! As much as I would love to, I’m not supposed to set anyone on fire during a ball.”
“Just do it.”
“Fine, but you’ll regret it.”
Evelyn sent Fire magic through her fingers, expecting his hand to burst into flame. But… nothing happened. It was like a wall blocked her magic from hitting him.
That should only happen with other Fire fae who can’t be harmed by flames.
Haydn smirked. “I told you.”
“How is that possible?”
“Lochmatten secret.”
