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pointed out more than once that she needed to find the
werewolf who'd told her about the contents of the original Secrecy Accords,
therefore giving her the leverage she'd needed to keep her son safe. Beyond
that, the man was a complete mystery, as was the reason why he had that kind of
knowledge to begin with. Meeting him had nonetheless cost Blanchefleur the life
of her mate, so he definitely existed.
"Maybe we're looking in the wrong place," Remy
mused. "Where did you even pick up these leads? Are you sure they're for
real?"
"We can't be sure of anything when it comes to such
situations. The underground is not a place filled with trustworthy individuals,
so things we find there can only ever be taken with a grain of salt."
"The... underground?" Remy repeated.
"Ah." Blanchefleur made a sound of realization.
"You're not familiar with the term. Well, it's pretty self-explanatory.
There are always... seedier sides to any society, and ours is not exempt from
that rule. Silencers sort of hover at the edge of the paranormal underground,
although we're not quite allowed to enter it."
"What does that even mean?" Remy was frustrated,
not only because this was the first time he'd ever heard such a thing existed,
but that it hadn't occurred to him that it might be the case. It was stupid,
given everything he'd done in the past. "Are there... gatherings? Special
locations? Clubs?"
Blanchefleur scoffed. "Clubs? You watch too many human
movies. I will never understand how the humans think anyone can keep a part of
their world a secret while broadcasting their permanent location. No, Remy,
there are no clubs. But there are, indeed, gatherings, meetings, parties,
fights. Nothing is ever certain or stable, not the location or the organizer or
even the timeline between events. There is no balance, nothing to guide it.
Mostly, there's just one rule—keep outsiders out."
"That sounds... unpleasant," Remy admitted.
"And you're taking information from these people?"
"I've mingled with them in the past. I was an exile for
a long time, so it put me in a unique position. But even then, they were
reluctant and now that my sentence has been revoked... Well, to be honest, I'm
not surprised I was provided with a lead that ended up with me having to fight
for my life."
Remy didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it definitely
wasn't that. He realized that must have been the reason why Blanchefleur had
kept him from going with her on her mission. He supposed it made sense from her
point of view, since she didn't actually know him well enough to trust that he
could hold his own and actually help.
Either way, this might be something he could work with.
"Well, if they're trying to keep you away, they must definitely know
something. We just need to find a better way to approach."
Blanchefleur shot him an amused look. "And I suppose you
have the solution."
Remy deflated. If he'd known what to do, he'd have already
acted by now without asking for anyone's permission. Blanchefleur seemed to be
aware of that, and further, she was not above using it against him.
When a speculative glance appeared on her face, Remy knew she
hadn't been completely truthful with him and did, in fact, have some ideas she
had yet to reveal. "I will make a deal with you, Remy. You show me what
you found that day, and I'll include you in my following steps."
Remy went cold. He should have been thrilled that she was
willing to include him in her investigation, but the way she said the words
left no question as to what particular moment in time she was referring to.
It was not something he wanted to talk about, least of all
with her. He took refuge under masks carefully cultivated after years of being
the outsider and gave her an icy look. "Which day? Speak clearly because I
have no idea what you're talking about."
Blanchefleur tsked at him. "Come now. Playing the fool
doesn't become you."
Remy stubbornly stayed quiet, and his silence drew a sigh out
of Blanchefleur.
werewolf who'd told her about the contents of the original Secrecy Accords,
therefore giving her the leverage she'd needed to keep her son safe. Beyond
that, the man was a complete mystery, as was the reason why he had that kind of
knowledge to begin with. Meeting him had nonetheless cost Blanchefleur the life
of her mate, so he definitely existed.
"Maybe we're looking in the wrong place," Remy
mused. "Where did you even pick up these leads? Are you sure they're for
real?"
"We can't be sure of anything when it comes to such
situations. The underground is not a place filled with trustworthy individuals,
so things we find there can only ever be taken with a grain of salt."
"The... underground?" Remy repeated.
"Ah." Blanchefleur made a sound of realization.
"You're not familiar with the term. Well, it's pretty self-explanatory.
There are always... seedier sides to any society, and ours is not exempt from
that rule. Silencers sort of hover at the edge of the paranormal underground,
although we're not quite allowed to enter it."
"What does that even mean?" Remy was frustrated,
not only because this was the first time he'd ever heard such a thing existed,
but that it hadn't occurred to him that it might be the case. It was stupid,
given everything he'd done in the past. "Are there... gatherings? Special
locations? Clubs?"
Blanchefleur scoffed. "Clubs? You watch too many human
movies. I will never understand how the humans think anyone can keep a part of
their world a secret while broadcasting their permanent location. No, Remy,
there are no clubs. But there are, indeed, gatherings, meetings, parties,
fights. Nothing is ever certain or stable, not the location or the organizer or
even the timeline between events. There is no balance, nothing to guide it.
Mostly, there's just one rule—keep outsiders out."
"That sounds... unpleasant," Remy admitted.
"And you're taking information from these people?"
"I've mingled with them in the past. I was an exile for
a long time, so it put me in a unique position. But even then, they were
reluctant and now that my sentence has been revoked... Well, to be honest, I'm
not surprised I was provided with a lead that ended up with me having to fight
for my life."
Remy didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it definitely
wasn't that. He realized that must have been the reason why Blanchefleur had
kept him from going with her on her mission. He supposed it made sense from her
point of view, since she didn't actually know him well enough to trust that he
could hold his own and actually help.
Either way, this might be something he could work with.
"Well, if they're trying to keep you away, they must definitely know
something. We just need to find a better way to approach."
Blanchefleur shot him an amused look. "And I suppose you
have the solution."
Remy deflated. If he'd known what to do, he'd have already
acted by now without asking for anyone's permission. Blanchefleur seemed to be
aware of that, and further, she was not above using it against him.
When a speculative glance appeared on her face, Remy knew she
hadn't been completely truthful with him and did, in fact, have some ideas she
had yet to reveal. "I will make a deal with you, Remy. You show me what
you found that day, and I'll include you in my following steps."
Remy went cold. He should have been thrilled that she was
willing to include him in her investigation, but the way she said the words
left no question as to what particular moment in time she was referring to.
It was not something he wanted to talk about, least of all
with her. He took refuge under masks carefully cultivated after years of being
the outsider and gave her an icy look. "Which day? Speak clearly because I
have no idea what you're talking about."
Blanchefleur tsked at him. "Come now. Playing the fool
doesn't become you."
Remy stubbornly stayed quiet, and his silence drew a sigh out
of Blanchefleur.
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