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dangerous. It’s part of my personality that even I don’t like, but I just can’t seem to stop myself. The stranger and wraith seemed to outright hate it.
“I think you should come with us,” the man said.
“Aisling Grimlock,” the wraith hissed. He sounded as though he had a lisp. He kept exaggerating the “s” in my name.
“That’s thounds thuper,” I said, mimicking the wraith’s lisp. “I’m actually busy, though.”
“It wasn’t a request,” the stranger snapped.
“And yet I’m still not going anywhere with you,” I shot back. “Unless … do you know where my mother is?”
I had no idea why I asked the question. Part of me thought it was stupid to tip my hand about what we knew. Since none of the wraiths at the mausoleum the day of the fire survived, no one knew Fontaine let the evil cat out of the bag before expiring. It might not have been a wise move on my part.
The stranger shifted, his dark eyes narrowing as he regarded me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Why didn’t I believe him? “If you’re not here because of my mother, why are you here?” I asked, changing tactics.
“Someone wants to see you.”
“Is it my mother?”
“I don’t understand why you keep bringing up your mother,” the stranger said.
“I’m guessing you get confused a lot,” I said, rolling my neck until it cracked. I was getting antsy. They were cutting me off from the sports bar door. Griffin would realize I was gone, probably sooner rather than later, and he would pitch an unholy fit when I told him why I walked outside. “Listen, I don’t have the energy or time to play games with you two. You need to move out of my way.”
I made small shooing motions with my hands, which caused the human to scowl and the wraith to drift closer.
“Aisling Grimlock must come.”
“You need to stop talking,” I ordered, extending a warning finger in the wraith’s direction. “It creeps me out when you guys do that. Just … shut it.”
“You’re pretty full of yourself,” the stranger said. “I was told your whole family’s that way. That doesn’t matter now. You need to come with us.”
Something occurred to me. “Did you follow us here? Are you some sort of creepy stalker? Do you know there’s a whole table of cops in there who would love to take down a creepy stalker? Heck, one of them is considering a run for city council and that would be a great way to announce his run.”
“I’m not a stalker!”
“You look like a stalker.”
“Well, I’m not.” The man shifted from one foot to the other, agitation practically rolling off of him.
“If you’re not a stalker, how did you find me?”
“We can smell you,” the wraith said, drawing out the “s” to torturous lengths.
I knit my eyebrows together, offended. “Are you saying I smell?”
The man smirked at my outrage. “Reapers reek. See, now I’m making the jokes.”
I rolled my eyes. “You need to work on your timing,” I replied. “That whole … dead delivery thing you’re doing is neither amusing nor engaging. With that in mind … move or I’ll make you wish you’d never approached me.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” the man scoffed.
“You should be,” I countered. “Didn’t you hear what I did to Sylvia Dobbs and Duke Fontaine?”
It was a pointed question, and the stranger was uncomfortable enough to take an involuntary step backward. “I don’t know who they are.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” I said. “I’m sure word has gotten around about the fire at the mausoleum. If you’re keeping score, my whole team walked away from that. I incinerated your whole team. The wraiths were screaming as they caught fire.” I had no idea why I included that last bit. My father would say I was getting “too big for my britches.” Personally, I think I just wanted to scare them.
“Your business with other … factions … is not why we’re here,” the man said, opting to put on a
“I think you should come with us,” the man said.
“Aisling Grimlock,” the wraith hissed. He sounded as though he had a lisp. He kept exaggerating the “s” in my name.
“That’s thounds thuper,” I said, mimicking the wraith’s lisp. “I’m actually busy, though.”
“It wasn’t a request,” the stranger snapped.
“And yet I’m still not going anywhere with you,” I shot back. “Unless … do you know where my mother is?”
I had no idea why I asked the question. Part of me thought it was stupid to tip my hand about what we knew. Since none of the wraiths at the mausoleum the day of the fire survived, no one knew Fontaine let the evil cat out of the bag before expiring. It might not have been a wise move on my part.
The stranger shifted, his dark eyes narrowing as he regarded me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Why didn’t I believe him? “If you’re not here because of my mother, why are you here?” I asked, changing tactics.
“Someone wants to see you.”
“Is it my mother?”
“I don’t understand why you keep bringing up your mother,” the stranger said.
“I’m guessing you get confused a lot,” I said, rolling my neck until it cracked. I was getting antsy. They were cutting me off from the sports bar door. Griffin would realize I was gone, probably sooner rather than later, and he would pitch an unholy fit when I told him why I walked outside. “Listen, I don’t have the energy or time to play games with you two. You need to move out of my way.”
I made small shooing motions with my hands, which caused the human to scowl and the wraith to drift closer.
“Aisling Grimlock must come.”
“You need to stop talking,” I ordered, extending a warning finger in the wraith’s direction. “It creeps me out when you guys do that. Just … shut it.”
“You’re pretty full of yourself,” the stranger said. “I was told your whole family’s that way. That doesn’t matter now. You need to come with us.”
Something occurred to me. “Did you follow us here? Are you some sort of creepy stalker? Do you know there’s a whole table of cops in there who would love to take down a creepy stalker? Heck, one of them is considering a run for city council and that would be a great way to announce his run.”
“I’m not a stalker!”
“You look like a stalker.”
“Well, I’m not.” The man shifted from one foot to the other, agitation practically rolling off of him.
“If you’re not a stalker, how did you find me?”
“We can smell you,” the wraith said, drawing out the “s” to torturous lengths.
I knit my eyebrows together, offended. “Are you saying I smell?”
The man smirked at my outrage. “Reapers reek. See, now I’m making the jokes.”
I rolled my eyes. “You need to work on your timing,” I replied. “That whole … dead delivery thing you’re doing is neither amusing nor engaging. With that in mind … move or I’ll make you wish you’d never approached me.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” the man scoffed.
“You should be,” I countered. “Didn’t you hear what I did to Sylvia Dobbs and Duke Fontaine?”
It was a pointed question, and the stranger was uncomfortable enough to take an involuntary step backward. “I don’t know who they are.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” I said. “I’m sure word has gotten around about the fire at the mausoleum. If you’re keeping score, my whole team walked away from that. I incinerated your whole team. The wraiths were screaming as they caught fire.” I had no idea why I included that last bit. My father would say I was getting “too big for my britches.” Personally, I think I just wanted to scare them.
“Your business with other … factions … is not why we’re here,” the man said, opting to put on a
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