Fisher (Prince of Tigers, #3) - Kathi S. Barton Page 0,8

worry about that, sir. I haven’t been down south for a few years now. I’m thinking I might enjoy that.”

When arrangements were made on how to get back in touch with the judge after finding the girl, he told him he’d leave as soon as he got the paperwork. Fisher thought about how families were so mean to one another and thanked his lucky stars he had one of the best.

As the hearing he’d been working on had been put off until next week, he made his way home to find that the paperwork had arrived already. Fisher didn’t open the file until he changed out of his suit and put on something more comfortable to wear around the apartment. He had finally figured out where he was going to put his home, but he’d not thought too much about what sort of house he wanted. Probably something huge, he supposed. Even if he wanted small, the faeries would take the building he wanted and put it together, and make it larger just because they didn’t understand why someone wouldn’t want lots of room.

The file inside the envelope was marked with dates and names. He loved the neat print the person who had written it had. When he touched the red cover to the folder, he felt the jolt of a connection right away. It took him several seconds before he realized he was getting more than he usually did from an item.

Her face was there for him to see. She was a beautiful woman. Fisher could even see the lines of worry on her forehead, the only mar to her face. Also, she was stressed out. While it wasn’t late in the evening yet, she was in the camper and laying on the bed. That was when he realized she’d been crying. Everything in him wanted to leave right this minute and find her.

Suddenly, she sat up on the bed and looked around. Who’s there? He was worried that her family had found her. Who’s in here with me? I can feel you. Tell me who you are right now, or I’m going to shut you out.

My name is Fisher. Is that who you feel? She looked around again before lying down. Can you hear me?

Yes. What do you want? And how did you do this? Fisher explained to her what he’d heard from the judge. I heard from them today. I should have changed my cell phone number, but that costs more money than I have at the moment. They think that Mom’s insurance should have been divided into five parts.

Do you have more family than them? The judge only mentioned a brother and sister. She explained to him how she wasn’t married, so she only got a fifth. That’s stupid.

Yes, well, that’s them in a nutshell. Mom and I barely had enough to live on, and they think I had it easy. Living at home while caring for my mom should have been great for me, as I was living there rent free. Fisher again didn’t understand humans. I’m not, you know. Not totally human. I mean, I used to be, but I got a little boost from a friend of mine. That was the only way I was able to work and take care of Mom all the time without getting ill myself.

Vampire? She said that was it. I’m sorry you had to do that. I’m sure your mother appreciated you very much. I know my mom would have.

She was my world. We made a lot of good memories. Fisher told her that was a wonderful thing, memories. So now that you’ve told me about them, does that mean you won’t bother me again?

I don’t know. I have sort of enjoyed talking to you. I’ve never been able to do this before with someone. Mostly, however, I find things that aren’t anything more than a watch or some other piece of their lives. Most of the time, I’ll be honest with you, I hate doing it. Lately I’ve been taking on the extra work because I’m bored. She told him she’d not been bored in a very long time. Yes, well, I’ve been around for a lot longer than you have. Like decades and decades longer. I’m a black tiger, the first of our kind.

There really are black tigers? Fisher leaned back in his chair and told her how they’d been born the first black tigers because the queen of the earth, Lady Aroura, wanted them