The Mystery of the Madonna and the UFO

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

Helping me could be very dangerous, Jeremy.

Shouldn't I be?

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

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.

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

He tossed a small paper-wrapped packet onto the bed. It was the packet of papers that stayed taped under the seat of my car. He'd brought my new identity. How did you know?

He tossed a small paper-wrapped packet onto the bed. It was the packet of papers that stayed taped under the seat of my car. He'd brought my new identity. How did you know?

Even across the room in the dark I could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of it. It was impolite for a fey to ask another direct questions, but, oh, he wanted to ask. You could feel the unasked questions like something touchable in the air between us.

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.

You've hidden from the human authorities, your ... relatives, and their henchmen for three years. You're not stupid. You knew you'd be found, thus you had a plan to cover yourself. I will say that the next time I'd hide the secret papers in a different spot. It was one of the first places I looked.

Nothing yet, he said.

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

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

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

Then hurry.

You've hidden from the human authorities, your ... relatives, and their henchmen for three years. You're not stupid. You knew you'd be found, thus you had a plan to cover yourself. I will say that the next time I'd hide the secret papers in a different spot. It was one of the first places I looked.

You seem nervous, Jeremy.

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

I don't have my passport.

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.

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

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

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