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Helping me could be very dangerous, Jeremy.

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.

Sluagh was a rude name for the lesser Unseelie fey. The Host was the polite phrase. Rude first, polite was an afterthought. Oh, well. Only another Unseelie could say sluagh and not have it be a mortal insult.

Helping me could be very dangerous, Jeremy.

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

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

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

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

Helping me could be very dangerous, Jeremy.

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

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

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.

I don't feel the power of the spell anymore.

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

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

You seem nervous, Jeremy.

Shouldn't I be?

Shouldn't I be?

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.

What's happened?

I don't have my passport.

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.

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