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    â€œI’ve been working, Rourke. I know I owe you an introduction but my schedule hasn’t really meshed with James’s in a while.” I’d made a deal with my friend with benefits and former roommate for information, and in return, I’d agreed to introduce him to the Ra’keth. It’s kind of a big deal, seeing as he’s the King of the Phouka and meeting the Mark of All Marks is a top priority.
    â€œA Coyote producing excuses why he’s late with payment. If I were human, I’d be making several sardonic remarks regarding that.” Because Fae can’t knowingly lie. “I have grown tired of waiting while a Coyote further ingratiates himself to the Ra’keth and the Kitsune continue their surveillance.”
    We also haven’t been on the best of terms since he tossed me out, and our relationship has largely run on negotiation and mixed signals.
    â€œJesus, fine. Do I have to introduce you personally? Can’t I just tell you where he’ll be and you can introduce yourself? He shouldn’t be too hard to pick out, with that stripe in his hair.”
    There’s a bit of Gaelic swearing on the other side of the line, more frustrated than angry. “It would appear I have no choice unless I wish to fall further behind. Where will the Ra’keth be?” A short pause. “And no riddles. I want a direct answer, Consort.”
    Essentially meaning my ass quite literally belongs to him, or at least that it’s royal property. One of the reasons no one should sleep with a Fae unless they know exactly what they’re getting into. “He works at the library. It’s maybe a five-minute drive from your place, about a block from that burger place that overdoes it on the French fries.” I hang up on him after that because I’d rather focus my attention on the smiling girl with the cup of coffee and the nice ra—
    â€œSpencer Crain?”
    Well, aren’t I popular this morning?
    I turn around to the source of the voice and see a fist flying at my—
    Contrary to TV, being knocked out doesn’t mean you’re out for hours at a time. You’re not asleep, you’re just unconscious, and you’re down as long as it takes your brain to bring everything back online and take stock. If you’re down longer than five minutes, I’ve learned, you might have suffered brain damage.
    So when I come to in the backseat of a car with a bag that smells like ball sweat over my head and hear Victory Station outside the window, I can be grateful that I won’t come out of this any dumber. Considering that police officers aren’t chasing down the car and my abductors don’t seem to be in any hurry, I have to assume that supernaturals have taken me.
    A big bitch of seeing the world the way it is? Sometimes you forget that the vast majority of the population doesn’t. When you’re confident that things like vampires and dragons and magic are the stuff of stories and gods live on clouds instead of running nightclubs and law firms, you’re going to ignore it when such things appear in front of you. Sure, I got abducted in front of a Starbucks and a few hundred witnesses, but what did those witnesses likely see? Me collapsing from low blood sugar and some “friends” helping me get to a hospital.
    The car remains in motion, only the sound of the engine in the car now. I’ve seen this movie before, and if I was smart I’d remember the turns taken so I could map out the route later and figure out where exactly I’m being taken. Unfortunately, I only saw Sneakers once and I don’t have a crew who can work this stuff out for me.
    At least I wasn’t stuffed in the trunk.
    â€œJust so I can prepare for the possibility, are you guys going to kill me?”
    No response. I’d sniff the air, but like I said, this bag smells like balls, and I’m not in the mind-set to find that