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loose, you do realize all hell’s going to break free,” I mumbled. I knew my history.
“Welcome to my world, Fury.” Hecate motioned to the chocolates and handed me a shopping bag. “Here, for your treats.”
As I shoved the box in the bag and headed toward the door, she added, “Remember—be careful. You’re strong and you’re good at what you do, but you’re not invincible. And I don’t have the power to resurrect you, and I’d rather not have to hand you over to the Boat Man.”
With that sentiment ringing in my head, I headed back to Dream Wardens.
Chapter 6
By the time I arrived back at Dream Wardens, the shop was full. Hecate had texted me, reminding me again to not be late for the meeting with Jerako. I let out a muffled grunt, and reassured her I wouldn’t forget. A seven-o’clock meeting meant getting up at four in order to catch the Monotrain down to the ferries, but I didn’t bother complaining. Instead, I just planned on another late night and an even earlier morning.
Jason glanced up as I strode through the door. His hair had come out of his ponytail and he looked shaggy and frazzled. He was also wearing sunglasses—a dead giveaway that he was on the verge of a migraine. He overloaded quickly when the shop filled up like it did during Bonny Fae week. Add the Portside Festival to the mix, and his head must have been ready to split wide open. As tired as I was, Jason probably felt worse. I quickly dropped off my bags in the back and hurried over to him.
“Go take a break,” I said. “Tam and Hans can run the register, and I’ll take the readings you lined up for me and cover when they need someone to field customers.”
“I don’t know…”
I couldn’t see his eyes behind the wraparounds, but the strain was apparent in his voice.
“Go lie down. You look like hell.”
As he gratefully headed into the back, I turned to face the crowds.
Tam was out on the floor, swamped with women. He was a heartbreaker all right, especially when his people were in town. We always played up his Bonny Fae heritage, and he willingly volunteered himself as bait. In fact, I suspected he liked it. The Bonny Fae were proud of their glamour and saw nothing wrong with using it.
Jason had scheduled two readings for me, which would help out. Besides running the Crossroads Cleaning Company—a psychic cleaning company that I ran out of Jason’s shop—I also read the cards and threw bones.
The readings were simple. The first—a woman who wanted to know where her sister had disappeared to—was hardest.
“I don’t know where Delia went. She’s never been gone this long before, and I know she hasn’t got a boyfriend or anything like that.” Marie couldn’t have been over twenty-two, and she was wide-eyed and worried.
I hated this kind of reading the most and it always broke my heart a little. I bit my lip, barely looking at the cards, because I was too busy watching Marie’s sister. Delia was standing behind Marie’s shoulder, clear as life to me, but she wouldn’t be coming home. Her throat had been slashed—I could see the blood oozing down her neck—and she smiled sadly at me.
Using whisper-speak, I asked the dead girl, “Where’s your body? Your sister needs to know.”
“Up on the Tremble. I took a joy ride with a guy I just met.” She paused, then added, “Tell Marie I’m happy, will you? Tell her that I’m okay, and that I’ll watch over her? And tell her that the man who murdered me is named Donal Tripoli. He lives in Uptown.”
I nodded softly. That wasn’t going to be easy. Uptown was where the upper crust lived—that and North Shore. Croix was more middle-class, or what there was left of it. But in Uptown, people had money to buy off the Corp-Rats. Though the Devani, at least, were less likely to take a bribe. They were ruthless in their pursuit of justice, but that meant the government’s idea of justice, and the government was ruled by money.
“Marie…your
“Welcome to my world, Fury.” Hecate motioned to the chocolates and handed me a shopping bag. “Here, for your treats.”
As I shoved the box in the bag and headed toward the door, she added, “Remember—be careful. You’re strong and you’re good at what you do, but you’re not invincible. And I don’t have the power to resurrect you, and I’d rather not have to hand you over to the Boat Man.”
With that sentiment ringing in my head, I headed back to Dream Wardens.
Chapter 6
By the time I arrived back at Dream Wardens, the shop was full. Hecate had texted me, reminding me again to not be late for the meeting with Jerako. I let out a muffled grunt, and reassured her I wouldn’t forget. A seven-o’clock meeting meant getting up at four in order to catch the Monotrain down to the ferries, but I didn’t bother complaining. Instead, I just planned on another late night and an even earlier morning.
Jason glanced up as I strode through the door. His hair had come out of his ponytail and he looked shaggy and frazzled. He was also wearing sunglasses—a dead giveaway that he was on the verge of a migraine. He overloaded quickly when the shop filled up like it did during Bonny Fae week. Add the Portside Festival to the mix, and his head must have been ready to split wide open. As tired as I was, Jason probably felt worse. I quickly dropped off my bags in the back and hurried over to him.
“Go take a break,” I said. “Tam and Hans can run the register, and I’ll take the readings you lined up for me and cover when they need someone to field customers.”
“I don’t know…”
I couldn’t see his eyes behind the wraparounds, but the strain was apparent in his voice.
“Go lie down. You look like hell.”
As he gratefully headed into the back, I turned to face the crowds.
Tam was out on the floor, swamped with women. He was a heartbreaker all right, especially when his people were in town. We always played up his Bonny Fae heritage, and he willingly volunteered himself as bait. In fact, I suspected he liked it. The Bonny Fae were proud of their glamour and saw nothing wrong with using it.
Jason had scheduled two readings for me, which would help out. Besides running the Crossroads Cleaning Company—a psychic cleaning company that I ran out of Jason’s shop—I also read the cards and threw bones.
The readings were simple. The first—a woman who wanted to know where her sister had disappeared to—was hardest.
“I don’t know where Delia went. She’s never been gone this long before, and I know she hasn’t got a boyfriend or anything like that.” Marie couldn’t have been over twenty-two, and she was wide-eyed and worried.
I hated this kind of reading the most and it always broke my heart a little. I bit my lip, barely looking at the cards, because I was too busy watching Marie’s sister. Delia was standing behind Marie’s shoulder, clear as life to me, but she wouldn’t be coming home. Her throat had been slashed—I could see the blood oozing down her neck—and she smiled sadly at me.
Using whisper-speak, I asked the dead girl, “Where’s your body? Your sister needs to know.”
“Up on the Tremble. I took a joy ride with a guy I just met.” She paused, then added, “Tell Marie I’m happy, will you? Tell her that I’m okay, and that I’ll watch over her? And tell her that the man who murdered me is named Donal Tripoli. He lives in Uptown.”
I nodded softly. That wasn’t going to be easy. Uptown was where the upper crust lived—that and North Shore. Croix was more middle-class, or what there was left of it. But in Uptown, people had money to buy off the Corp-Rats. Though the Devani, at least, were less likely to take a bribe. They were ruthless in their pursuit of justice, but that meant the government’s idea of justice, and the government was ruled by money.
“Marie…your
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