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He tossed a small paper-wrapped packet onto the bed. It was the packet of papers that stayed taped under the seat of my car. He'd brought my new identity. How did you know?

You seem nervous, Jeremy.

I don't have my passport.

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

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

Shouldn't I be?

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.

Helping me could be very dangerous, Jeremy.

You seem nervous, Jeremy.

Helping me could be very dangerous, Jeremy.

What's happened?

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

He tossed a small paper-wrapped packet onto the bed. It was the packet of papers that stayed taped under the seat of my car. He'd brought my new identity. How did you know?

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

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.

Nothing yet, he said.

I smiled at him, and I found myself wanting to step closer to him, to close a little of that careful distance. I didn't want Jeremy in that way, but the urge to see just how much of a hold I could have on him was there like a dark thought. It wasn't like me to want to push the envelope with a friend. An enemy maybe, but not a friend. Was it a leftover urge from last night, or were the Tears still affecting me more than I realized? I didn't think about it again. I just turned and walked to the bathroom. A quick shower and we'd be on our way to the airport.

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

I smiled at him, and I found myself wanting to step closer to him, to close a little of that careful distance. I didn't want Jeremy in that way, but the urge to see just how much of a hold I could have on him was there like a dark thought. It wasn't like me to want to push the envelope with a friend. An enemy maybe, but not a friend. Was it a leftover urge from last night, or were the Tears still affecting me more than I realized? I didn't think about it again. I just turned and walked to the bathroom. A quick shower and we'd be on our way to the airport.

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

He tossed a small paper-wrapped packet onto the bed. It was the packet of papers that stayed taped under the seat of my car. He'd brought my new identity. How did you know?

Good for you, but trust me about the shower.

You've hidden from the human authorities, your ... relatives, and their henchmen for three years. You're not stupid. You knew you'd be found, thus you had a plan to cover yourself. I will say that the next time I'd hide the secret papers in a different spot. It was one of the first places I looked.

Shouldn't I be?

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

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