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Then hurry.

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

I stared at the packet, then at him. That wasn't all that was under the seat.

Shouldn't I be?

He tossed a small paper-wrapped packet onto the bed. It was the packet of papers that stayed taped under the seat of my car. He'd brought my new identity. How did you know?

He opened his jacket like a model on the runway showing off the smooth line of his shirt and tie. But he was flashing the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. It was just a darker shape against the paleness of his shirt, but I knew it was a 9-mm LadySmith because it was my gun. He took an extra clip out of one pocket. The box of extra ammo is in the sack with your clothes. He laid the gun on top of the taped packet and stepped back around the bed, so that it stood between us.

He opened his jacket like a model on the runway showing off the smooth line of his shirt and tie. But he was flashing the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. It was just a darker shape against the paleness of his shirt, but I knew it was a 9-mm LadySmith because it was my gun. He took an extra clip out of one pocket. The box of extra ammo is in the sack with your clothes. He laid the gun on top of the taped packet and stepped back around the bed, so that it stood between us.

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

He tossed a small paper-wrapped packet onto the bed. It was the packet of papers that stayed taped under the seat of my car. He'd brought my new identity. How did you know?

I'm an Unseelie princess. Why should I be hiding from them?

I stared at the packet, then at him. That wasn't all that was under the seat.

He leaned back against the wall. That is the question, isn't it.

He raised his left hand in the air. Let's just say that Branwyn's Tears has a long shelf life. Take the shower.

He leaned back against the wall. That is the question, isn't it.

Nervous of me. I didn't think you'd be impressed with royalty. I watched his face, tried to read what lay underneath, and couldn't. He was hiding something.

You seem nervous, Jeremy.

He nodded. My apologies for that, but it's why Ringo and Uther are down in the van. Just as a precaution.

I looked at him. It's bothering you to see me nude.

Nothing yet, he said.

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

I don't feel the power of the spell anymore.

He opened his jacket like a model on the runway showing off the smooth line of his shirt and tie. But he was flashing the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. It was just a darker shape against the paleness of his shirt, but I knew it was a 9-mm LadySmith because it was my gun. He took an extra clip out of one pocket. The box of extra ammo is in the sack with your clothes. He laid the gun on top of the taped packet and stepped back around the bed, so that it stood between us.

I stared at him. What do you think is going to happen? I couldn't quite keep the suspicion out of my voice.

Jump in the shower like a good girl. He lifted a bag from the floor near his feet. I brought you clothes. The van is downstairs with Ringo and Uther in it. We'll get you to the airport.

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