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leather-bound books on my grandfather’s shelves, reading about treasure trolls.
Tugging on the bottom of my form-fitting, black leather jacket, I double-check and make sure the girls are standing at attention. I’ve got street smarts, enough to know that a great rack can get a lot of questions answered, but does that still apply now? Are trolls or goblins even interested in a nice set?
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” I say, my hand pulling away from the handle of the glass door.
“What are you talking about? We did all our homework, we’re ready for this,” Piper insists.
I sigh. “Ready for what? Don’t you see how crazy this is? This isn’t some thug we’re going to rough up and ask a bunch of questions. It’s Walter Trunkwater; they probably won’t even let us in to see him.”
Piper places a hand on my shoulder. “So use your charm.”
“The only charm I have is in my curves, and somehow I doubt a treasure troll is going to give a damn about those.”
She laughs at me. “No, silly, your charm … as in your Phoenix charm.”
“Okay, I give, what’s my Phoenix charm?” I ask, moving aside so a balding gentleman can enter the building.
She pulls me farther from the door, then whispers, “You can compel people.”
“Compel them to do what?” I inquire, confused.
“Whatever you want. I mean, within reason.”
“Wait, back up—what are you talking about?”
“Wow, you really don’t know anything, do you?”
“Shut up and enlighten me already.”
Piper waves her hands defensively. “All right, all right, don’t get all crazy on me. A Phoenix has the ability to compel someone to do things they want them to, but like I said, only within reason. Like, you can’t compel someone to do something that goes against his or her survival instincts, like jumping off a bridge, for example. Basically, you can charm them into doing things you want.”
“How does it work?” Now my interest is peaked.
“Depends on the Fae and how they respond to you. Some Fae have to be touched, others, it’s in the way you look at them.”
“No way!” I exclaim, reaching out and taking hold of her arm. “Let me try on you.” She quickly swipes my hand away.
“Hell no! A Phoenix can really mess up a human if they do that mind voodoo on them too many times,” Piper protests.
“But it does work on humans?”
“Well, yeah, but our brains aren’t wired like yours. If you mess around with it too much, we can end up cracking up. So unless you want to figure out all this stuff on your own, I suggest you don’t go around charming me.”
“So how do I know if it will work on the treasure troll?”
“The more cunning a Fae, the more likely it won’t work.”
“Wait, so my power only works on idiots? That sucks.” I sigh.
“I didn’t say that; it just doesn’t work on some Fae, so be careful,” she advises.
“Fine.” I look through the glass and catch a glimpse of a large guard sitting behind the main desk. His features resemble that of a bull. “Is that…” I pause, and wait for Piper to look through the glass.
“He’s a minotaur. Great, they’re so moody.”
“Let me,” I offer, rubbing my hands together rapidly, then I walk over and pull open the large door.
“Tynder, wait! You don’t know what you’re—” It’s too late. By the time she catches up with me, I’m standing in front of the bull-like creature.
“What’s your kind doing here?” he grunts at me, and I remember Fae can recognize me as a Magistrate.
“My friend and I have an appointment to see Mr. Trunkwater,” I begin.
“Name?” He narrows his gaze at me, holding a clipboard in his hand.
I lean over the counter, gently run my fingers along his arm, and, staring him in the eyes, I say, “See, our names are right there.”
I’m pointing at nothing, just staring at him intensely, hoping he’s not about to pick me up and throw me out onto the street with his big strong arms. I feel my
Tugging on the bottom of my form-fitting, black leather jacket, I double-check and make sure the girls are standing at attention. I’ve got street smarts, enough to know that a great rack can get a lot of questions answered, but does that still apply now? Are trolls or goblins even interested in a nice set?
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” I say, my hand pulling away from the handle of the glass door.
“What are you talking about? We did all our homework, we’re ready for this,” Piper insists.
I sigh. “Ready for what? Don’t you see how crazy this is? This isn’t some thug we’re going to rough up and ask a bunch of questions. It’s Walter Trunkwater; they probably won’t even let us in to see him.”
Piper places a hand on my shoulder. “So use your charm.”
“The only charm I have is in my curves, and somehow I doubt a treasure troll is going to give a damn about those.”
She laughs at me. “No, silly, your charm … as in your Phoenix charm.”
“Okay, I give, what’s my Phoenix charm?” I ask, moving aside so a balding gentleman can enter the building.
She pulls me farther from the door, then whispers, “You can compel people.”
“Compel them to do what?” I inquire, confused.
“Whatever you want. I mean, within reason.”
“Wait, back up—what are you talking about?”
“Wow, you really don’t know anything, do you?”
“Shut up and enlighten me already.”
Piper waves her hands defensively. “All right, all right, don’t get all crazy on me. A Phoenix has the ability to compel someone to do things they want them to, but like I said, only within reason. Like, you can’t compel someone to do something that goes against his or her survival instincts, like jumping off a bridge, for example. Basically, you can charm them into doing things you want.”
“How does it work?” Now my interest is peaked.
“Depends on the Fae and how they respond to you. Some Fae have to be touched, others, it’s in the way you look at them.”
“No way!” I exclaim, reaching out and taking hold of her arm. “Let me try on you.” She quickly swipes my hand away.
“Hell no! A Phoenix can really mess up a human if they do that mind voodoo on them too many times,” Piper protests.
“But it does work on humans?”
“Well, yeah, but our brains aren’t wired like yours. If you mess around with it too much, we can end up cracking up. So unless you want to figure out all this stuff on your own, I suggest you don’t go around charming me.”
“So how do I know if it will work on the treasure troll?”
“The more cunning a Fae, the more likely it won’t work.”
“Wait, so my power only works on idiots? That sucks.” I sigh.
“I didn’t say that; it just doesn’t work on some Fae, so be careful,” she advises.
“Fine.” I look through the glass and catch a glimpse of a large guard sitting behind the main desk. His features resemble that of a bull. “Is that…” I pause, and wait for Piper to look through the glass.
“He’s a minotaur. Great, they’re so moody.”
“Let me,” I offer, rubbing my hands together rapidly, then I walk over and pull open the large door.
“Tynder, wait! You don’t know what you’re—” It’s too late. By the time she catches up with me, I’m standing in front of the bull-like creature.
“What’s your kind doing here?” he grunts at me, and I remember Fae can recognize me as a Magistrate.
“My friend and I have an appointment to see Mr. Trunkwater,” I begin.
“Name?” He narrows his gaze at me, holding a clipboard in his hand.
I lean over the counter, gently run my fingers along his arm, and, staring him in the eyes, I say, “See, our names are right there.”
I’m pointing at nothing, just staring at him intensely, hoping he’s not about to pick me up and throw me out onto the street with his big strong arms. I feel my
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