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The fae woman nodded. She had taken over the place of her family years ago. Whisking away the girl's parents. Making an elaborate story. Supplying proof. Slowing messing with the human's psych.
Now it was all flushing down the stream. Tatiana's dream of ruling more than just their small realm. To feast and play with human pets as much as possible, rather than the small tidbits that wandered into their circles. She slapped the table and the table started to burn under her hand.
"It seems that's the only choice. But be careful. We can't afford to leave more than the barest of traces." she said.
She looked at the charred hand print and sighed. "I hate it when thing do go smoothly." she said, waving her hand over the spot. The table shimmered, and looked once again perfect.

Devon nodded. "We'll figure this out." he said, and moved back behind the wheel of the car. He started the engine and looked back at her house. The hairs on his neck stood on end but he shrugged it off, believing it was because of his anger.
"I don't know if you believe me, Lark. But I don't think you should have to earn you mother's love. If she was a good mother she would love you no matter what." he said, and pulled out of the drive way.
With the roar, the engine accelerated the vehicle quickly down the road.

"Perhaps we weren't the only one to find her. They are stealthy creatures. One might have been watching her and took interest. That or she found them, which I find highly unlikely." she responded. "It's a moot point.

Tatiana smiled. "All in good time, Darling. All in good time." she said with a grin.

Devon pulled into his house and guided Lark inside. He waved off his parents for a little while, instead going up to the bedroom with her to talk for a bit in private.

Devon pulled her into his arms again, rocking her until she calmed herself somewhat. It was at least ten minutes before he spoke.
"So. How are we going to do this?" he asked. "We've made quite a mess haven't we?"

Theresa touched her husband on the should. "I think we should go talk to them now. Whatever happened I think we should know everything." she said, nervous. "Did you see how crushed Lark looked? You'd think the girl had been beaten."

Theresa rubbed her eyes. "I know.... I know." she murmured. "But did you feel that? My hair stood on end when they came in. It didn't feel like those two." she said. "I don't like this at all."
She looked at the stairs leading up to the bedroom. "Poor girl." she sigh. She felt sick at heart seeing her that way.

Devon could see they wouldn't sort this out tonight. So Devon lay down and held Lark close, rubbing her back and letting her sob. He felt increasingly distressed at seeing her this way. He had thought he had helped her get past this.
That woman Alice had torn up that progress in mere seconds.
What was she?

Devon kissed the top of her head. "I know. It's not your fault. I don't blame you for any of this." he said softly into the dark room. "You shouldn't need to prove yourself to her, or earn her love." he told her once again. "I can feel how much you love her, but you shouldn't make yourself miserable for her sake."

Devon held her tight. He wanted so bad for her to see it wasn't true. "I may not be you husband yet, but I love you and my parents have practically adopted you.... Well mom has anyway."
He ran his hands through her hair.
"Then there is the pack. And Pack is family in all but blood. However, if you really want to do this. Perhaps I can help you?" He thought perhaps he could help her get closure.