"Very occasional," Angelique promised him. "Human men are my specialty, after all. Only I don't think..."

With the conviction of her twenty years, hardly understanding how very little of her life she had lived, Angelique had begun to believe that love was not something she could find. That she was too strange to be loved for everything that she was. This wasn't something Fin would want to hear, though.

"I don't think I'm looking for happily ever after, anyway," she went on in a more carefree tone. "Happy right now works for me."