AN: Hey everyone this is pretty short just a Prologue to see if you guys actually want to hear the rest of the story oh and heres the full summary

"Faeries don't exist…faeries don't exist…faeries don't exist!" the words were screaming in her head, occasionally slipping past her rose-colored lips.

Yet there he was a faerie, with argentine eyes and broken wings. He was more beautiful than any creature she had ever seen and that much more deadly. Blood soaked through his black polo shirts and dripped like crimson tears down his porcelain skin. His shoulder length hair covered most of his face, and had she not been watching him so fearfully she would have missed the intensity in his eyes. He looked at her as if she was his salvation…

"Faeries don't exist…."

"Mine"

His voice was like sweet velvet teasing her senses, and then for a moment, there was silence in her head.

Prologue

Audrey Case was angry. Angrier than she had ever been before actually. After six years of working for the New York Times, she had been cut loose, without any real explanation at that. Six years of experience went down the drain and after her use of colorful language against her last boss, Ian Ashby, the only company that would take her was "Far Fetched" a newly formed newspaper about stories that were honestly just…far fetched. She had finally just finished writing a oh so touching article about a man born with four arms and the woman who had seen past his disfiguration and fell deeply in love with him.

"They don't pay me enough for this…ugh…shoulda listened to my mother…study law she said marry the doctor doesn't matter if its not love…" She groaned, "Like anything's ever about love these days anyway"

Liam was furious. Furious at his father for dying, furious at his mother for demanding he ascend the thrown and keep the family name in glory, and furious at the council for enforcing the age old law of marriage before rule. For generations the faerie council enforced this law where the prince had to be mated before he was crowned king. It would have been so simple if a faerie could mate to just anyone, but then life had never been easy and faeries had one mate somewhere in the world and only she could be Liam's queen. If that was not enough to discourage him, his mate could be human. There were thousands of faeries in the world but that number did not hold a candle to the billions of humans out there. She could be anywhere and anyone.

A scent unlike any other disturbed Liam's musing. It was oranges and chocolate. Bitter dark chocolate, sensual and sinful on a warm summer night. It surrounded him and wrapped him in its spellbinding secrets. It was her.

His violet eyes turned a metallic silver like liquid mercury, lethal. Sharp fangs, just slightly smaller than the ones seen in human vampire movies, forced their way out, tearing through his gums and drawing blood. He felt nothing. Nothing but a painful desperation and a breath taking need. She was so close, closer now still. His feet had begun moving but when and how, he'd never know. All he knew was that he was getting closer to her. Humans screamed at his sudden appearance for his brain was to muddled, emotions to intense to try to hide his form. His body demanded he stop and catch his breath but his heart and mind were too aware that he might lose her if he did. And then she was there. Standing right in front of him, fear marring her radiant olive skin. Her jade eyes were wide and her mouth was half open as if trying to find words that didn't quite exist.

Audrey had never been so frightened in her life. One minute she was walking home cursing the heavens for the horrible joke they seemed to be playing on her and the next she was cornered in a deserted street with some creature. 'A...faerie, no it couldn't be can it'. She let out a piercing scream and Liam growled for her silence. The mantra started.

'This is not happening, Faeries don't exist…faeries don't exist…faeries don't exist! 'The words were screaming in her head, occasionally slipping past her rose colored lips.

Yet there he was a faerie, with argentine eyes and broken wings. He was more beautiful than any creature she had ever seen and that much more deadly. Blood soaked through his black polo shirts and dripped like crimson tears down his porcelain skin. His shoulder length hair covered most of his face and had she not been watching him so fearfully she would have missed the intensity in his eyes. He looked at her like she was his salvation…

"Faeries don't exist…."

"Mine"

His voice was like sweet velvet teasing her senses, and then for a moment, there was silence in her head.