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I don't have my passport.

Shouldn't I be?

Shouldn't I be?

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

Helping me could be very dangerous, Jeremy.

Jeremy laughed. Don't worry, I haven't made any calls, but I'm sure the police have by now. I don't know why you've been hiding all this time, but if you're hiding from the sluagh, the Host, then you're in deep trouble.

He opened his jacket like a model on the runway showing off the smooth line of his shirt and tie. But he was flashing the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. It was just a darker shape against the paleness of his shirt, but I knew it was a 9-mm LadySmith because it was my gun. He took an extra clip out of one pocket. The box of extra ammo is in the sack with your clothes. He laid the gun on top of the taped packet and stepped back around the bed, so that it stood between us.

I looked at him. It's bothering you to see me nude.

He raised his left hand in the air. Let's just say that Branwyn's Tears has a long shelf life. Take the shower.

I stared at the packet, then at him. That wasn't all that was under the seat.

Nervous of me. I didn't think you'd be impressed with royalty. I watched his face, tried to read what lay underneath, and couldn't. He was hiding something.

I don't have my passport.

I stared at him. What do you think is going to happen? I couldn't quite keep the suspicion out of my voice.

Nothing yet, he said.

Nervous of me. I didn't think you'd be impressed with royalty. I watched his face, tried to read what lay underneath, and couldn't. He was hiding something.

What's happened?

Nothing yet, he said.

Shouldn't I be?

He nodded. My apologies for that, but it's why Ringo and Uther are down in the van. Just as a precaution.

I don't have my passport.

Even across the room in the dark I could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of it. It was impolite for a fey to ask another direct questions, but, oh, he wanted to ask. You could feel the unasked questions like something touchable in the air between us.

I'm an Unseelie princess. Why should I be hiding from them?

Jump in the shower like a good girl. He lifted a bag from the floor near his feet. I brought you clothes. The van is downstairs with Ringo and Uther in it. We'll get you to the airport.

He stood near the door, and the light switch. It was hard to tell in the dark but he seemed dressed in one of his usual suits, impeccably tailored, compact and elegant. But there was an underlying tension to him, as if he wanted to say other things, more direct things, or maybe, he knew something already. Something bad.

Even across the room in the dark I could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of it. It was impolite for a fey to ask another direct questions, but, oh, he wanted to ask. You could feel the unasked questions like something touchable in the air between us.

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