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I hope to hell they killed herfirst.
I could ask Rasmussen, but I'm not sure I want to know.
When I swallow, the spit sears down my dry throat. The gulp is so loud, I know he hears it.
"If I say yes?"
"Then your training will begin immediately. There’s one other thing you should know before you decide. This mission is not only undercover, but it may involve work which...well, there’s no other way to say it… Do you consider yourself a patriot, Ms. Townsend?"
"Yes, of course. I wouldn't do what I do if I wasn't."
"Good. Then asking you to suffer and perhaps die for your country's welfare won’t shock you. It’s already, theoretically, a part of your duties. But this..."
He clicks again and another pic pops up on his laptop.
This guy is huge. And hot.
He must be eight feet tall, and he’s built like the Incredible Hulk in a suit. His skin has a green tinge, and instead of hair, he has tentacles on his head. They slither around his face. His eyes glow like hot coals, golden orange. And where his hands come out from his sleeves, more tentacles follow.
Something warm happens between my legs. A twinge of heat blossoms inside me.
I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s wrong but… I’ve been haunted by dreams lately. I wake feeling ashamed of myself for wanting it so much. But in the dreams there’s a huge man, and what he puts inside me isn’t a dick or a hand. It’s warm and wet, and it suctions on to my inner walls like an octopus.
They’re not the sort of dreams I should be having. And theydefinitelyshouldn’t be turning me on. When I wake, no amount of touching myself will satisfy me. Nothing touches me the way those dreams do.
I look at the photo again.
He's looking at the camera, obviously furious at being photographed.
Every inch of him radiates power.
"It’s been arranged for Mia Zedona to marry this creature."
"Who is he?"
“Mafia, but don’t dare call them that. They’re monsters, descended from creatures in Faerie. Sentient. They call themselvesRaidh, but everyone else calls them the monster mafia, because of their appearance. This creature is the heir to the Nightshade clan, and a figure of interest to us. You’re aware, of course, that these mafia clans from Faerie, unlike traditional organized crime, are also an invading force. A dangerous, destructive element."
I nod.
"They think of themselves as royalty,” I say. “They rule demesnes in Faerie like feudal lords. Most of the clans view themselves that way on Earth, too. They resent the witch's control of Aether portals, the regulation of travel between realms. They also blame humans for the destruction of their Fae cities, even though that was thousands of years ago."
Rasmussen nods, smiling appreciatively.
"You know your stuff. Good, my dear. You’ll require less training because of the knowledge you possess. And yes, they do blame us. For us, it’s been a hundred generations, but for them, it’s only a few. Fabian Nightshade's great grandfather was a king here on Earth. He’s of the Old Blood. The longest lived and the most powerfully gifted.
"This is an opportunity for us to learn more about them and their secretive ways. To find evidence to destroy his family, and remove their foul influence from our country. And of course, to save lives and protect the less fortunate, whom these creatures prey upon with their foul crimes.
"I know I don’t have to entice you, Ms. Townsend. Your father has given his life to service, and I’m certain you’d do the same. However...it'll please you to know that if you complete this mission successfully, you’ll receive no end of commendations, and have your choice of future postings. You’ll be able to, as they say, write your own ticket."
Ignoring Rasmussen's interpretation of what my father does -- dedicate his life to service? Ha! He's dedicated to being rich and rewarding his rich friends with plush government contracts. He's dedicated to fluffing his own ego.
As much as I've butted heads with my parents, though, I know they love me and want the best for me. It's just their own definition of the best.
And me getting murdered by the mob definitely isn't on that list. I have to be real with myself here...because if I don't make it out of there, my parents could be looking at photos ofmelike I'm looking at Mia Zedona.
Would they ever recover from seeing me like that?
"If something were to happen to me...my father will dig until he finds out what. If I end up like her, I don't ever want him to find out. I don't ever want my mother to see a picture of me like that."
