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She had finally caught the culprit in the act. The person leaving the letters by the door flinched as vines suddenly burst from the ground and twisted around his entire body. Mab slowly approached the fly she had caught in her web. She had waited in the shadows for three days for this moment of truth. "The game is up. I finally caught you. Did you think you would get away with writing such ridiculous things to me?"

"You read my letters?" the culprit sounded giddy like he couldn't believe it.

Mab attempted to shout No! Of course not! , but the words caught in her throat, unable to tell a lie.

"Yes..." she grounded out, finally facing her foe, "And now you will pay..." She blinked in surprise.

Twisted up in the vines, but not fighting them, was Merlin. And he was staring up at her like a love-struck puppy.

"Merlin..?" she whispered uncertainly.

He beamed brighter at the sound of his name. "If you keep gaping at me like that, I might have to kiss you."

Mab snapped her mouth shut and raised one eyebrow. "What in the world is going on?"

"I'm a little tied up at the moment. Could you release me?" he wheedled.

She slowly allowed the vines to release him and he collapsed to his knees in front of her. "My lady does not wish for any more letters?"

She slapped him.

When this mirage of Merlin did not disappear with her strike, she was once again uncertain about the nature of reality.

"I think I've lost my mind for sure." Mab stared distantly into the wall behind him.

"Of course you haven't. I'm not the one who wrote those letters. Idath did. I'm just the messenger." He stood up and grabbed her arms to bring her attention back to him.

"Idath wrote them?" Mab was pulled back to reality. "Why are you the messenger?"

"To steal a kiss from you." And before she could respond, he pressed his lips to hers.

She immediately shoved him away. "Are. You. Insane?"

He looked at her like a kicked puppy would. "No."

He pulled her body against his and she shivered. Her mind attempting to twist this situation into sense, into something real and stable.

His arm was around her waist, his fingers running softly through her hair. Their bodies fit perfectly next to each other, made for each other. She looked up to find Idath smiling gently down at her. "I thought it was what you would want. Him loving you."

"It was a beautiful lie."