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datatime: 2022-12-04 03:05:05 Author:JlCPDDjE

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

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

Sluagh was a rude name for the lesser Unseelie fey. The Host was the polite phrase. Rude first, polite was an afterthought. Oh, well. Only another Unseelie could say sluagh and not have it be a mortal insult.

Then hurry.

You've hidden from the human authorities, your ... relatives, and their henchmen for three years. You're not stupid. You knew you'd be found, thus you had a plan to cover yourself. I will say that the next time I'd hide the secret papers in a different spot. It was one of the first places I looked.

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

Even across the room in the dark I could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of it. It was impolite for a fey to ask another direct questions, but, oh, he wanted to ask. You could feel the unasked questions like something touchable in the air between us.

Then hurry.

Nothing yet, he said.

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.

Shouldn't I be?

You seem nervous, Jeremy.

You seem nervous, Jeremy.

Nothing yet, he said.

Then hurry.

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

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

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

Then hurry.

Then hurry.

He stood near the door, and the light switch. It was hard to tell in the dark but he seemed dressed in one of his usual suits, impeccably tailored, compact and elegant. But there was an underlying tension to him, as if he wanted to say other things, more direct things, or maybe, he knew something already. Something bad.

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

I smiled at him, and I found myself wanting to step closer to him, to close a little of that careful distance. I didn't want Jeremy in that way, but the urge to see just how much of a hold I could have on him was there like a dark thought. It wasn't like me to want to push the envelope with a friend. An enemy maybe, but not a friend. Was it a leftover urge from last night, or were the Tears still affecting me more than I realized? I didn't think about it again. I just turned and walked to the bathroom. A quick shower and we'd be on our way to the airport.

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?

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