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hadn’t wanted a man, but she liked her men hard bodied and dripping with sweat. Not soft skinned and naïve like the fae.
    There had been one fae. One who had lived on the Earth plane for years at a time, travelling between the realms before the rift had been shut.
    Alone with him in his home, she’d seen his malevolent nature. His bed had been one of pleasure, but only for him, and once she’d rejected his proposal of marriage, she’d been labeled an outcast. That was when things had gotten hard and the torture had started.
    Thoughts of Neeman ran through Selene’s mind and she found herself heating into a frenzy of desire. Her body throbbed with need. Stop it. Stop right now.
    The last thing she needed was to be horny, cleaning toilets, covered in chemicals, in a compound full of men she couldn’t have.
    * * * *
    Selene walked out of the all-white bathroom and into the small bedroom. The room was furnished the same as the one she stayed in, but it had been personalized. She stepped up to the desk in the corner and ran her fingers over a small electronic device she’d never seen before. The white rectangle with the apple on the back was no bigger than a pack of cigarettes.
    Next to it sat a similar device, only more slender and the size of a magazine. She set the first device down and pried open another device. Inside was a keyboard with all different letters on it and what looked like a flat television screen. A door closed down the hall, making her jump. She stepped away from the desk and grabbed her cleaning bucket. She peered into the hallway. There was no one there. She closed the door and walked past several rooms, heading for the end.
    In the Tracking Squad’s wing of the compound, room after room lined the long hall, like her college dorm, only cleaner and silent as a meadow.
    Neeman had told her to clean all the bathrooms on this floor. Each room had its own bathroom. But after seeing how clean the first few were, she decided to skip to the last. No one would notice if she didn’t do them all.
    At the end of the hallway, she pushed the last door open and stepped in. The room looked exactly like hers, completely bare.
    White bed, white desk, white rug, white walls. For a moment, she almost closed the door and left, but something caught her eye. The closet was ajar and clothing peeked out. Setting down her cleaning supplies, she walked to the closet and opened it.
    Neeman’s scent floated out to meet her. She ran her fingers over the black t-shirts hung neatly and pressed into crisp submission. Black cargo pants also hung in the same manner. Below them, three pairs of highly polished boots stood at attention.
    She laughed and shook her head. She’d rarely seen such order.
    Bending, she picked up one of the boots. The bottom had not a spot on it.
    She set the boot back and a large wooden box pulled her attention. She sat on the floor and removed the box from the closet. The top was carved like a mighty willow tree with thousands of tiny branches all reaching toward the ground. The sides were inlaid with woods of every color and set in a pattern that resembled bamboo. The front sported a large combination lock. Strange, since anyone who wanted into the box could simply break the wood.
    “Open it.”
    Selene glanced at the open door and then laid her hand on the lock and whispered “Recludo.”
    The lock spun and then clicked open. She removed it and lifted the lid to the box.
    Inside, as neat at the rest of the room, lay a stack of photographs, an ornate goblet, a knife, and a lock of hair. She lifted the photographs and thumbed through them. They were photos of Neeman and other people. He was younger in the photos, happy and carefree. In some, his hair was long, in others, a bit shorter than it was now. The photos were black and white and faded or scratched. There were photos of him at the beach, surfing. Photos in the mountains, skiing. One of him skydiving, another climbing a mountain. And in every happy