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maybe.”
    “They’re smaller than me. Much smaller.”
    “And they can fly?”
    The look he gave her made her blush. “No, they don’t fly like in the normal sense of the word. They levitate and can suspend themselves in midair for a period of time. I guess it gives the illusion of flight.” He huffed. “Why are we talking about them again?”
    “I thought you were one.”
    He shot her a hard look. Oddly, it just turned her on. Under normal circumstances her temper would have gotten the better of her and she’d have added to someone’s injuries. Not this someone. He was different.
    She just wasn’t sure how or why.
    Flashes of how it felt to touch him washed over her. She had to put her thoughts on something else and fast. The next she knew she was blurting out, “How old are you? Are you, like, a thousand? A friend of mine told me he knew some faeries that were pushing a thousand.”
    Eadan exhaled slowly. It was evident he was trying to be patient with her. “I’m going to be thirty-one soon.”
    Some of her elation waned. “Great. I dreamed up the baby faerie.”
    “Baby faerie?” he questioned. “Do I look like a baby to you?”
    Hell no. He looked like he’d be a killer in bed. Something about him oozed sexuality. Even beat up he gave off a vibe that said “once I take you, you’ll never want another”. She swallowed hard, remembering the feel of his chest. “Um, no. Not really so much.”
    “And for the record, we prefer the term Fae to faerie.”
    “Sounds more manly. I can see why,” she said, before thinking better of it.
    He snorted and then went all the way around the container, to no avail. She suspected his eyesight wasn’t quite as good as her shifter one was, so she didn’t bother pointing out that his mission had been a lost cause. They were locked in.
    “So,” she started, “what is it your organization wants with me, Eadan?”
    He returned to her and sat again, looking tired and sore. “We’re called PSI.”
    She merely listened as he continued on.
    “We deal in paranormal security and intelligence. Intel came in on you,” he said softly. “It led us to believe you might be a child of the Asia Project.”
    “Asia Project?” she asked. She’d heard Jimmy mention it once in passing to one of his contacts.
    “Bad guys doing bad things to babies, hoping to make super soldiers, or the at least, the next wave of super humans.”
    She was quiet for a while as she let what he said soak in. “And you think I’m one of these babies from the Asia Project?”
    “We know you are,” he said. He watched her in a way that made her feel as though she was the sexiest woman put on the face of the Earth. Not the street rat she really was. “We were able to track down your adoption records.”
    She shook her head. “Not possible. My adoptive parents got me from a backwoods orphanage overseas. The place had a fire. All its records were destroyed.”
    Eadan touched her hand with his and heat shot through her. “PSI swept in during the fire, grabbing what they could and reconstructing as much evidence and information as possible. They took the copies and got rid of the rest. They needed to protect your identity and the identity of others like you who were funneled through the same orphanage.”
    There were others like her? Others who didn’t know what they were or why they were this way? She turned her hand, taking Eadan’s in hers. “Did you find them all? The others?”
    He shook his head. “No. You’re the first one from this orphanage we’ve been able to locate. And you’re hard to pin down long enough to bring in and tell everything to.”
    She blushed. “In my defense, I thought you people wanted to dissect me or leave me in a river.”
    “No. We don’t do that sort of thing.” He held her hand and lifted it, his chains rattling. “We gave that up some time in the early twenties.”  
    Sensing he was joking, her lips twitched before giving in and smiling. “You hear