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"Whatever do you mean?" The man's voice was soft. It showed none of the anger that had been in his face.
Corny ground his teeth together, ignoring his longing to look into those lovely eyes again. "You don't look human. You don't even talk human.”
A smooth, warm hand touched Corny's cheek, and Corny jumped. "I feel human," the faery man said.
Without meaning to, Corny leaned into the touch. Desire flared in him, so sharp it was almost pain. But as his eyes drifted closed, he saw his sister's face disappearing under briny water, saw her screaming great gulps of sea as a beautiful kelpie-turned-boy dragged her down. He saw himself crawling through the dirt to bring a pulpy fruit to drop at a laughing faerie knight's feet.
His eyes snapped open. He was so furious his hands shook. "Don't flirt," Corny said. He wasn't going to be weak again. He could do this.
The faery watched him with arched eyebrows and a smile filled with mockery.
"I'll bet you want Kaye," Corny said. "I can get her for you.”
The faery frowned. "And you would betray another of your kind so easily?”
"You know she's not my kind." Corny took him by the elbow. "Come on. She might see us. We can talk in the bathroom.”
"I beg your pardon.”
"Keep begging," Corny said, grabbing the faery's arm and leading him through the crowd. A glance back told him that Kaye was preoccupied with the performance onstage. Adrenaline flooded him, narrowing his focus, making rage and desire seem suddenly indistinguishable. He swept into the bathroom. The single stall and two urinals were empty. On a dark purple wall, beside a hand-lettered sign promising decapitation to employees failing to wash their hands, hung a shelf piled with toilet paper and cleaning supplies.
An utterly unpleasant idea occurred to Corny. He had to fight not to smile.
"The thing is," he said, "that's not how human guys dress at all. It's not sloppy enough. Roiben always makes the same mistake.”
The fey man's lip curled slightly, and Corny tried to keep his face blank, as though he had missed that rather interesting tell.
"Look at yourself. Fix your glamour so that you look more like you're wearing what I'm wearing, okay?”
The faery looked Corny over. "Repugnant," he said, but unshouldered his messenger bag, leaning it against the wall.
Corny grabbed the can of Raid off the shelf. If Kaye couldn't even have a cigarette anymore, the effects of a concentrated insect poison should be impressive. He didn't need to speculate long. As the faery turned, Corny sprayed him full in the face.
The blond choked and fell immediately to his knees, glamour dropping from him, revealing dreadful, inhuman beauty. Corny reveled for a moment in the look of him convulsing on the filthy floor, then he pulled the lace out of his sneaker and used it to tie the creature's hands behind its back.
The faery squirmed as the knots went tight, trying to twist away as he coughed. Corny scrambled for the can and hit the faery with it as hard as he could.
"I swear to fucking God, I will spray you again,” Corny said. "Enough of this shit will kill you.”
The faery went still. Corny stood up, straddling the faery's body, fingering the nozzle on the Raid can. He caught his own gaze in the mirror, saw his short dyed dark hair and his borrowed clothes, how pathetic they were. They didn't make his skin any less spotty or his nose smaller or him any less ugly.
Thin, strong fingers wound around Corny's calves, but Corny pressed the sole of his sneaker against the faery's neck and squatted down over him. "Now you're going to tell me a whole bunch of things I've always wanted to know.”
The creature swallowed.
"Your name," Corny said.
The blue eyes flashed. "Never.”
Corny shrugged and slid his foot off of the faery, suddenly uncomfortable. "Fine. Something I can call you, then. And not some stupid 'me myself’ bullshit. I read.”
"Adair.”
Corny paused, thinking of the paper in the drawer. "Are you the Fixer? Did you slip Kaye a note?”
The man looked puzzled, then shook his head. "He's a human, like you.”
"Okay. Adair, if you're not the Fixer, what do you want with Kaye?”
