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His side of the bed is empty, but that’s normal. He’s spent his days working, while I’m out of it. Mostly, I sleep and eat and wait for him to return to pleasure me.
To make me lose my mind again and again.
A moan escapes me just from the thought. I’m addicted to his touch, and I know it. There’s no freedom for me anymore, and I don’t want it. All I want is to beg him for more of what only he can give me.
It takes an hour or so, and a strong cup of coffee and some eggs to get my mind right again.
You’reLily Townsend. And agent of Homeland Security. You’re on a mission. You’renot Mia Zedona.
The sound of a truck engine firing up catches my attention and I part the curtains to look outside.
Soren, one of Fabien’s men, gathers crates into the back of the truck. Crates full of bottles and jars. With a heavy sigh, I slip into a shawl I’ve been wearing around.
It doesn’t cover anything, really. But it makes me feel like I’m wearing clothes. No one wears clothes here. It’s likeeveryoneis Carter, just swinging what they have as they make their way.
I head down to where the trucks are loading and ‘accidentally’ knock a crate over. Glass bottles and vials shatter across the gravel driveway.
“My lady!” Soren yells.
He rushes to clean up.
“Oh, no,” I say slowly. Gods, even my lips feel sore. I wonder why? Oh…right… “I hope it’s not poisonous. Or expensive.”
Soren shakes his head, all smiles.
“No, my lady. It’s Jir, mostly. And sssome other medicines from the sssprites and elves. Even the harpiesss make a few things. Like thisss…Fenril,” he says, holding up a broken and ruined vial. “It’s good for the heart.”
“The human heart?”
“Any heart I guesss. I’m not a doctor, though.”
“I don’t see why humans would make any of this illegal.”
Soren shrugs.
“To the humanssss, drugsss are drugsss,” then he looks at me in shock, “I mean no offense, my lady…”
He really looks like I might punish him or something. This being a lady is weird for me. I spent my adult life fleeing being a senator’s daughter and now I’m like…royalty. It’s a real failing upwards kind of feeling.
“Relax, Soren. No offense taken. This stuff all seems…good.”
Soren nods.
“We don’t peddle ssstuff like the Oleander clan. Poissssons and drugssss. Disssgutsting.”
“Yeah, it feels good being part of the Raidh, doesn’t it? Like we’re really helping people.”
Soren nods and gets back to his work. I leave, because I don’t want to distract him any more. And because I’m overwhelmed with sadness.Why would Rasmussen send me to these people?If anything, I should go after the Oleander clan.
Isn’t it their venom destroying people’s lives?
Not that I’dwantto be undercover there. But at least I’d feel like I was doing somethinggood. The deeper I dig into the Nightshade clan, the more I think they’re just misunderstood.
But something tells me Rasmussen won’t see it that way.
And that thought lights a different kind of fire in me. If the Nightshade clan is actually doing good, then I should behelpingthem, not trying to put them in jail.
I know I can’t keep Fabien, and I’ll probably hate myself forever for leaving him, but before I go, I need to make sure these people are safe.
