Chapter Twenty Four

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Niall blinked. "Well that's not creepy at all."

"It still wouldn't work on you, Lily."

Lily sighed. "Of course it wouldn't."

"It's almost as though your abilities won't mix with a mine." Ms Marlowe cocked her head to the side with a gleam in her eyes Henry quickly caught. Before Lily could think too much on the teacher's eagerness to see why she was different, and before Aisha suggested experimentation, Henry gently pulled her back from Niall's bed.

"How about we send check over the werewolves one more time?" Henry suddenly said, pulling the fairy teacher away before she could respond. "I'm sure Alice would like another lollipop, Aisha."

Lily watched as they walked out of Niall's room and down the hall to another bed. On it would lay another hostage Yuric stole in the dead of night to lure Lily to her death. Her breath shook, the realisation of the past few hours hitting her suddenly, and sat down on a chair with her hands hiding the turmoil on her face.

Lily jumped when soft fingers brushed her arm. Peaking out from between her hands, Niall hesitantly drew his away, blushing. "Are you alright?"

"Am I alright?" Lily forced a laugh. "Am I alright? I should be asking you that! You, and Ollie, Alice, Claire... You guys were dragged into this and it's all my fault you were injured. Niall, you had a concussion! You could have died!"

Niall began to chuckle, his violet eyes bright with amusement. Lily blinked, pulling her hands away. "Why are you laughing? Is your concussion still there?" She asked, about to stand and call for the fairies again when Niall waved her doubts aside.

"No, I feel fine." Niall suppressed his laughter as best he could but looking at Lily, knowing her cheeks would be red in frustration, he was smiling. "You realise no one blames you, right? This was all on the rogues - and besides, I don't remember any of it. I'm just grateful I'm here and I'm alive. That's why I'm smiling."

Lily paused, a cramp in her chest forming. "What's the last thing you remember Niall?" She said gently while recalling the beautiful dance they had and their kiss as it began to snow.

Niall furrowed his brows in thought. "I think... Did you leave Cody's party? I think I remember you leaving her party, not much else between then and waking up to see you march out the woods like a badass."

"...Nothing else?"

"No, why what happened?" Niall cocked his head. "Did I miss Nick embarrassing himself again?"

Lily opened her mouth and squeaked. "Uh, nope! Just, uh, your family panicking about where you were...You missed out on Jack and Haidan, Cody too, defending everyone when the rogues came though! That was a lot more badass than me walking out a forest." She cleared her throat, hoping her cheeks weren't as hot as they felt, and fiddled with her fingers.

Niall sat up and gently grasped them, looking her in the eye with a mischievous grin. "So we didn't dance under snow and I didn't have the best kiss of my life?"

Lily's jaw fell. "You lied!"

Niall fell back on the pillows laughing as Lily gasped in shock, eventually laughing with him, but neither removed their hand from the other. Lily couldn't help staring at the nymph; his wheezing laugh as he clutched his chest, the ear-splitting grin on his face and the playful shine of his loving eyes as they looked her way once more.

"So you remember everything then?" Lily asked when he'd stopped laughing. She had a feeling she would never be able to wipe the smile off his face for the rest of her life.

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