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or lie. She really hoped he picked option one.
He stood on his own and stared down at her. Man, he was tall. She wasn’t short for a woman, yet he towered over her. “I came here looking for you. I’m guessing they figured that out.”
“Me?” She was about to ask why and it hit her. “You’re a man in black.”
His brow arched. “A who in what?”
“Man. In black ,” she answered slowly, because he probably was suffering a brain injury or something. Guess the invisa-bees hadn’t been all that helpful after all.
He sighed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“A guy from the organization that has been hunting me down for years,” she said, her voice raising. “The same goons who have come for me over and over, trying to toss me in an unmarked van?”
He snorted.
“I don’t find that funny. I’ve seen movies. I know what happens when you get put in an unmarked van.”
“What happens?” he asked, faking distress.
She knew he was teasing her with his questions. Still, she couldn’t help herself. Oddly, she felt comfortable around him.
“They fish your body out of a river after showing unflattering pictures of you all over the media in hopes someone has spotted you. In reality, you’re already swimming with the fishes.”
“And they told you they were going to kill you?” he asked, still looking amused. “Interesting.”
“Like serial killers inform you of their intent.” She huffed, waving a hand in the air frantically to get her point across. “They claimed they just wanted to talk. Pfft. Do I look stupid? No way was I going anywhere with them.”
“So you evaded them three times,” he mused.
“I did.” She almost asked how he knew, but had a hunch he was with them. “I went to the police once for help.”
“How did that work out for you?”
She bit the corner of her lip. “They held me in a cell, and when they opened it, a guy from one of the groups who tried to take me was there. He’d bailed me out. That is pretty twisted, don’t you think?”
“Not if he was really trying to help you.” Eadan shook his head. “And what did you do then?”
“Faked being sick. When they went for help, I ran. No way was I letting a group of nutjobs steal me away to take me apart in tiny pieces and dissect me.”
He laughed. The entirely too sexy jerk actually laughed at her. “You mean a member of the group who has been trying to get you, bring you in safely, and tell you about the actual bad guys?”
She stilled. Wait. The men in black weren’t the enemy? How could that be? She’d spent so long believing them to be the ultimate threat. Dare she believe Eadan? Jimmy would tell her to trust her gut in this situation. He’d say she had to follow her instincts. Her gut said Eadan was on the level. That he was being honest. And years of drawing him, sketching every detail of his face, left her feeling a bond to him. One she didn’t want to see broken now that she knew he was actually a flesh-and-blood man, not just a figment of her imagination.
“Oh. So they aren’t the bad guys?”
“No. Well, the majority of them aren’t. It’s complicated. Suffice to say, I’m not a bad guy.” He began touching the walls of the container. He hissed and pulled his hand back. “Lead.” She watched him as he jerked on his chains. “I’m betting these are lead laced as well.”
Stories Jimmy used to tell her of other types of supernaturals came back to her. Her eyes widened. Excitement raced through her. “You’re a faerie!”
He responded with a slight laugh. “I am.”
“That is so cool,” she said, sounding very child-like. She didn’t care. She’d always wanted to meet a faerie. “Are you a Trooping Faerie?’
“Am I a what?”
She smiled wider. “Can you fly?”
He paused in his search for a way out. He faced her direction. “Do I look like a pixie to you?”
She eyed him. “Well, no, but I’ve never seen one, so
He stood on his own and stared down at her. Man, he was tall. She wasn’t short for a woman, yet he towered over her. “I came here looking for you. I’m guessing they figured that out.”
“Me?” She was about to ask why and it hit her. “You’re a man in black.”
His brow arched. “A who in what?”
“Man. In black ,” she answered slowly, because he probably was suffering a brain injury or something. Guess the invisa-bees hadn’t been all that helpful after all.
He sighed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“A guy from the organization that has been hunting me down for years,” she said, her voice raising. “The same goons who have come for me over and over, trying to toss me in an unmarked van?”
He snorted.
“I don’t find that funny. I’ve seen movies. I know what happens when you get put in an unmarked van.”
“What happens?” he asked, faking distress.
She knew he was teasing her with his questions. Still, she couldn’t help herself. Oddly, she felt comfortable around him.
“They fish your body out of a river after showing unflattering pictures of you all over the media in hopes someone has spotted you. In reality, you’re already swimming with the fishes.”
“And they told you they were going to kill you?” he asked, still looking amused. “Interesting.”
“Like serial killers inform you of their intent.” She huffed, waving a hand in the air frantically to get her point across. “They claimed they just wanted to talk. Pfft. Do I look stupid? No way was I going anywhere with them.”
“So you evaded them three times,” he mused.
“I did.” She almost asked how he knew, but had a hunch he was with them. “I went to the police once for help.”
“How did that work out for you?”
She bit the corner of her lip. “They held me in a cell, and when they opened it, a guy from one of the groups who tried to take me was there. He’d bailed me out. That is pretty twisted, don’t you think?”
“Not if he was really trying to help you.” Eadan shook his head. “And what did you do then?”
“Faked being sick. When they went for help, I ran. No way was I letting a group of nutjobs steal me away to take me apart in tiny pieces and dissect me.”
He laughed. The entirely too sexy jerk actually laughed at her. “You mean a member of the group who has been trying to get you, bring you in safely, and tell you about the actual bad guys?”
She stilled. Wait. The men in black weren’t the enemy? How could that be? She’d spent so long believing them to be the ultimate threat. Dare she believe Eadan? Jimmy would tell her to trust her gut in this situation. He’d say she had to follow her instincts. Her gut said Eadan was on the level. That he was being honest. And years of drawing him, sketching every detail of his face, left her feeling a bond to him. One she didn’t want to see broken now that she knew he was actually a flesh-and-blood man, not just a figment of her imagination.
“Oh. So they aren’t the bad guys?”
“No. Well, the majority of them aren’t. It’s complicated. Suffice to say, I’m not a bad guy.” He began touching the walls of the container. He hissed and pulled his hand back. “Lead.” She watched him as he jerked on his chains. “I’m betting these are lead laced as well.”
Stories Jimmy used to tell her of other types of supernaturals came back to her. Her eyes widened. Excitement raced through her. “You’re a faerie!”
He responded with a slight laugh. “I am.”
“That is so cool,” she said, sounding very child-like. She didn’t care. She’d always wanted to meet a faerie. “Are you a Trooping Faerie?’
“Am I a what?”
She smiled wider. “Can you fly?”
He paused in his search for a way out. He faced her direction. “Do I look like a pixie to you?”
She eyed him. “Well, no, but I’ve never seen one, so
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