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Prince. It’s like every holiday rolled up into one for them. But the real prize would be you. You’re a Fae-Gypsy child of both royal families, and a child that is one of a kind. I can’t even imagine what they would do if they found out about you."
     
    “So we’ll head out of town for a few weeks, Polly can handle the shop…."
     
    “Oh sweetie, if only that was the solution.” Cecily said, “We need to leave, Willa, permanently.”
     
    “What? No, we can’t, I can’t. I have a life, business, and friends. I can't just leave.”
     
    “Willa,” Cecily said. “This is life and death, the bakery, your friends, none of that is more important than your life. Do you hear me Willa? There is nothing on this earth more precious to me or your father than your life.”
     
    “I second that," my father said as he walked back into the living room. “Over the years we have encountered a few, random stranglers but these two were different, older, more powerful. They probably already called in some human servants to help them find us. They will seek our scents, vague but there, at the restaurant. They will discover our names and from then on they will find where we live. We have perhaps, twenty four, to thirty six hours.”
     
    I sat there rubbing my forehead with both hands. “But you would ask me to leave everything I know. The bakery Mom, how can you ask this of me? Or tell me to pack up and leave my business? Our business?”
     
    “I realize what we are asking. I know this is gut wrenching to you, but you must try to understand…"
     
    “Understand. No, I don’t understand. I don’t understand any of this,” I said dejectedly. “I’m sitting here listening and even seeing this all unfold. It's like I’m watching from across the room. Like this is some out of body experience and before you say listen or I’m sorry or try to understand again, try to understand where I’m coming from. My whole world feels ripped apart. The proverbial rug pulled out from under me. I get it, ok? I totally get you want to protect me, but I think leaving town like a thief in the night is a little too much for me to comprehend at the moment. Furthermore stop treating me like a petulant child. I’m a grown woman not a toddler. While all this is a little confusing, I am fully capable of compartmentalizing all of this.”
     
    “Willa you're right,” said my dad. “You’re a fully capable adult and I think the best thing right now is just to have you sit and let this all sink in for a while.”
     
    “I didn’t mean to treat you like a child Willa. That’s not my intention, and I apologize for that.” Cecily had said before she looked up at Cormac, “Were you able to obtain the number?”
     
    "Yes,” said Cormac, “Winifred is a smart, crafty old witch. I found the numbers hidden on the website pertaining to the elimination of gypsy moths.”
     
    “Oh, she always knows what she is doing my Mother.” Cecily said chuckling
     
    “She hides her phone number on obscure websites?" I asked
     
    “Yes, well, she likes to make sure the information is out there for emergencies. Long lost clan members that are seeking sanctuary, clan members who may have left, but need a way back, even Fae that seek refuge. When I was younger, of course, times were vastly different. Those trying to get in touch with her or to find their way to the Isle had a much harder time.  Since the technology revolution, she’s had a much easier time getting it out there. You just need to know where to look." my mom said
     
    “I’m sure an island in the middle of the English Channel isn’t hard to spot.” I added
     
    “The island not only has a protective barrier, it also has an enchanted mist around it. Anyone who may come across it will think it’s just a rocky piece of unusable land,” my mother replied
    　
    "She doesn’t make it easy but then again she isn’t really known to make anything easy,” my father laughed
     
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