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“I don’t know what you mean.” The fairy blinked her big blue eyes at him.
“In the fitting room a few weeks ago? And do not play innocent with me. I saw the tape.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” The fairy turned away and looked out the window.
He cocked a brow. “Did something frighten you? You mentioned before in the bathroom that you did not want to be taken back.”
She clamped her little red lips shut and crossed her sparkly pale arms, refusing to look at him.
“If you tell me what is going on, perhaps I can help.” A lie. He did not care what happened to her. He cared for no one. It was for their own good, of course.
She sighed with an odd little peep at the end and looked at him. “I was in her purse when I thought I heardhim.”
Damien frowned. “Him who?”
“One of the Brown brothers.”
The Brown brothers were the men who owned the exotic salsa company in San Diego. “One of the brothers was there at the mall that day?”
“Yes. No. Maybe? Oh! You have nice lips. Very pouty. Can I play in your mouth?”
“No.”
“How about a taint massage?” She wiggled her little finger at him in a scratching motion.
Gods help me. Sex fairies were known to be easily distracted and wildly horny, but this one seemed a bit much. He needed to get the info and send her on her way. “You are not getting anywhere near my taint. Now tell me why you attacked—”
“I meant my taint.”
Damien growled, quickly losing his patience. “Absolutely not. Now focus. Why did you attack Sky?”
“Oh!” She clapped excitedly. “I know! I panicked and jumped out of Sky’s purse to find somewhere better to hide.”
“Why were you in her purse?” he asked.
“Sky broke into the Browns’ basement about a month ago. I saw my chance to escape and took it.”
“You were their prisoner?” This was getting interesting.
“Yes. I was going to tell Sky, but I was afraid to show myself. What if the Browns got her? She might turn me in. So I stayed hidden in her purse, garage, and laundry room. She hardly goes in there.”
Things were finally starting to make sense. Sky thought she was reporting on a human trafficking story, but it was a supernatural creature trafficking story, too. That was the connection between the articles and the sex fairy attack.
I’m always right about these things.Random was never quite random.
“What is your name?” Damien asked.
“Petra. But my friends call me Pet.”
Pet the sex fairy. How original. “Pet, do you know where you were at the time of the blast about nine months ago?”
“What’s a month? Is it sexy?”
Pet did not know what a month was? This could be a problem. He needed to determine if her surroundings might have saved her. “Never mind about the month. Do you remember a flash of light in the sky and fairies or other creatures around you disappearing suddenly?”
“I had lots of friends down in the secret bunker, but no one disappeared.”
“What bunker?” he asked.
