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her teeth. “Just tell me everything you know.”
Liza smiled like she knew he was enjoying the smell of her. She leaned back in the chair and started to talk, her expression growing serious. As she told him about her dreams, she kept her eyes locked on his and, when the tears started down her cheeks, he wanted to pull her into his lap and stroke her hair and tell her it was just a dream. Thinking of her in his lap awoke other urges, but he pushed those aside and focused on what she was telling him.
“The strange thing is that the death in the second dream was different than the first, but I’ve never dreamed about the death of someone I haven’t touched. I’ve never had a recurring dream about a death before, and this felt real. She was so young… she didn’t want to die. If there’s anything I can do that might help to find her killer…” She shuddered and Sloane wanted nothing more than to take her out of there and make sure she never had to have a dream like that again. It was his fault she was there and it didn’t matter if she was innocent if she had fae blood.
He’d seen it happen before. Two or three times over the past ten years, he’d brought in fae for questioning, innocent fae who’d just happened to have unique abilities or blood, and they’d been sent away and never seen again. The first time it happened, he’d still believed in his government and he’d wanted so badly to impress his boss that he’d been proud when he dragged in a witness to a murder. The man, younger than Sloane, hadn’t wanted to talk, but Sloane had gained his trust and had made him promises of safety, promises Sloane believed he could keep. That had been back before mandatory blood testing and registration, back when the agency was new and just figuring out how to handle the fae. The only reason Sloane had been on the case was because it had looked like the victim had been fried and the powers that be thought some sort of magic was at play.
In the interrogation room, where the fae glamour didn’t work, his boss saw the bumps on the witness’ skin and the slight tinge of green, and she’d ordered his blood tested. Sloane hadn’t known what that would mean for his witness. Even when they sent the man to West Virginia on an all-expenses paid vacation to keep him safe from retaliation by the murderer, Sloane had been so proud of himself. He’d believed he’d solved a case and saved the witness. It wasn’t until six months after that man disappeared that Sloane had discovered there’d been no murder at all. The victim had been accidentally electrocuted.
Three years after that, he brought in a respected business man who’d been accused of embezzling. There’d been no real reason for them, the supernatural protection agency, or SPA, to be involved, but his boss had told him that local law enforcement needed assistance. By that time, Sloane had begun to suspect he’d never get the promotion he dreamed of and he’d seen enough to know that the government rarely took the side of the fae. Still, he’d believed that the ultimate goal of SPA was to help the fae and he could be proud of that. So he brought the business man in, giving SPA an excuse to test his blood. Sloane had found him innocent of the crime he’d been accused of, but he’d been sent to West Virginia anyway. When Sloane questioned it, his boss explained that the business man had harpy blood and was believed to be dangerous. He was sent to the testing facility in West Virginia to determine just how dangerous. Sloane had heard of the testing facility, but he’d believed it was more of a forensics lab for fae, where deceased fae were studied and murders were solved.
After the business man was sent away, Sloane started to ask questions. Not many people knew about the research facility in West Virginia, and Sloane didn’t have many friends at SPA. Most of Sloane’s co-workers had more fae blood than him and worked there because they had no other
Liza smiled like she knew he was enjoying the smell of her. She leaned back in the chair and started to talk, her expression growing serious. As she told him about her dreams, she kept her eyes locked on his and, when the tears started down her cheeks, he wanted to pull her into his lap and stroke her hair and tell her it was just a dream. Thinking of her in his lap awoke other urges, but he pushed those aside and focused on what she was telling him.
“The strange thing is that the death in the second dream was different than the first, but I’ve never dreamed about the death of someone I haven’t touched. I’ve never had a recurring dream about a death before, and this felt real. She was so young… she didn’t want to die. If there’s anything I can do that might help to find her killer…” She shuddered and Sloane wanted nothing more than to take her out of there and make sure she never had to have a dream like that again. It was his fault she was there and it didn’t matter if she was innocent if she had fae blood.
He’d seen it happen before. Two or three times over the past ten years, he’d brought in fae for questioning, innocent fae who’d just happened to have unique abilities or blood, and they’d been sent away and never seen again. The first time it happened, he’d still believed in his government and he’d wanted so badly to impress his boss that he’d been proud when he dragged in a witness to a murder. The man, younger than Sloane, hadn’t wanted to talk, but Sloane had gained his trust and had made him promises of safety, promises Sloane believed he could keep. That had been back before mandatory blood testing and registration, back when the agency was new and just figuring out how to handle the fae. The only reason Sloane had been on the case was because it had looked like the victim had been fried and the powers that be thought some sort of magic was at play.
In the interrogation room, where the fae glamour didn’t work, his boss saw the bumps on the witness’ skin and the slight tinge of green, and she’d ordered his blood tested. Sloane hadn’t known what that would mean for his witness. Even when they sent the man to West Virginia on an all-expenses paid vacation to keep him safe from retaliation by the murderer, Sloane had been so proud of himself. He’d believed he’d solved a case and saved the witness. It wasn’t until six months after that man disappeared that Sloane had discovered there’d been no murder at all. The victim had been accidentally electrocuted.
Three years after that, he brought in a respected business man who’d been accused of embezzling. There’d been no real reason for them, the supernatural protection agency, or SPA, to be involved, but his boss had told him that local law enforcement needed assistance. By that time, Sloane had begun to suspect he’d never get the promotion he dreamed of and he’d seen enough to know that the government rarely took the side of the fae. Still, he’d believed that the ultimate goal of SPA was to help the fae and he could be proud of that. So he brought the business man in, giving SPA an excuse to test his blood. Sloane had found him innocent of the crime he’d been accused of, but he’d been sent to West Virginia anyway. When Sloane questioned it, his boss explained that the business man had harpy blood and was believed to be dangerous. He was sent to the testing facility in West Virginia to determine just how dangerous. Sloane had heard of the testing facility, but he’d believed it was more of a forensics lab for fae, where deceased fae were studied and murders were solved.
After the business man was sent away, Sloane started to ask questions. Not many people knew about the research facility in West Virginia, and Sloane didn’t have many friends at SPA. Most of Sloane’s co-workers had more fae blood than him and worked there because they had no other
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