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headed up to her roof walk, singing the sun down.
    Fetu came up during her solo, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close while she called out to the night and urged it to wrap around them.
    As darkness came, she let the last notes fade away.
    “That was amazing.” Fetu kissed her neck.
    “Thank you. Sometimes, I am called to sing. Usually, it is around the holidays.”
    “And here, there is no one to come running.”
    She leaned against him and enjoyed his warmth. He wrapped her in it, and the stars came out to smile down at them.
    “We are being rude to your guests.”
    “They are used to it.” She chuckled. “Just a few minutes more.”
    “Santa found the enchanter who twisted your charm. He is currently enjoying the hospitality of the prison. Irgano has someone to keep him company while his arms heal.”
    She frowned. “He broke his arms?”
    “It was a strange accident. He slipped on some ice.” Fetu hugged her. “It is a pity that they now have to train a new doctor.”
     
    * * * *
     
    The gathering below smiled at the laughter of the siren. There were plans to make, arrangements to put in place and a venue to find, but for now, basking in the cascading lilt of pure joy that reached into their hearts was just the way to spend the night.
    When the drunk pixies started puking, the mood changed…but that is another story.

 
Author’s Note
     
     
    Hellebore’s Holiday shows that just because your holiday isn’t going according to plan doesn’t mean that it doesn’t have possibilities. You just have to be open and adapt.
    In the next book, Courting the Phoenix , we get to work through Terric’s angst about finding the woman that he has been waiting for. He has been looking and she has been hiding, and finally, the wait is over. On New Year’s Eve, at the wedding of Hellebore and Fetu, they have agreed to meet and see what happens next.
    I can’t wait to find out.
     
    Thanks for reading,
     
    Viola Grace
    www.violagrace.com
    [email protected]

 
     
About the Author
     
     
    Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
    Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.