Okay, maybe, things weren't as easy as she had made it out to be, Islinda realized now as she glanced at the unfriendly faces watching her. It was obvious that the female Faeries looked down on her and didn't want her around. But it was too late now to back out, especially since Eli declared he would die winning the race just to have that kiss. Also, she was not a coward nor a quitter.
They were given a baton which they were to hand to their partners, the males, who were awaiting them at the second half of the race course. The males were the finishing leg and the first Fae to arrive at the finish point would be crowned the winner. The couples would go home with the prized Wrry Cat she hadn't been able to keep her eyes off. Eli was right, that beautiful creature had bewitched her.
