Silver Borne(171)

I promise I'll let you know when I find out something more--or if you or the police can help." And I hung up.

"Wow," said Jesse.

"I've never heard anyone hand Sylvia her head like that.

Even Gabriel is a little afraid of her, I think." She settled back into her seat.

"Good for you.

Maybe it'll make her think.

I mean, werewolves are scary, they are dangerous--but .

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." "They're our scary-dangerous werewolves, and they only eat people they don't like." She flashed a quick smile at me.

"I guess that's what I meant.

Maybe, when you put it that way, I can understand how she got so upset.

But it seems to me that what she was saying when she made Gabriel quit working with you was that she didn't trust Gabriel's judgment.

As if he were stupid and would work someplace that was dangerous." "Someplace he might get kidnapped by a band of nasty fae?" I asked dryly, but then I went on.

"As if he were her son whose diapers she'd changed.

You have to forgive parents for acting like parents even though their children aren't four years old anymore.

As a not-unrelated example, when your dad finds out I took you to meet a strange fae, he's going to have my hide." She did grin then.

"All you have to do is let him yell at you, then sleep with him.

Men will forgive you anything for sex." "Jessica Tamarind Hauptman, who taught you that?" I said in mock horror.

Funny how she made me feel better at snapping at a mother whose son had just been kidnapped by a fairy queen .

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It sounded like "The Snow Queen" when I put it that way.

I hoped that we didn't find Gabriel like poor Gerda found her Kai in the story--with a shard of ice in his heart.

ZEE'S TRUCK WAS ALREADY AT THE GARAGE WHEN I got there.

The Bug I'd loaned Sylvia was parked where she'd left it, but it was trashed.

Someone had pulled the driver's side door off its hinges, the front window was smashed, and there was blood on the seat of the car.

Samuel wasn't through changing.

"Stay here," I told him, and got out of Adam's truck.

"He's not a dog," Jesse said on the way to the shop.

"I know." I sighed.