Something a dog could use to get a scent to track her with, Anna supplied.
Marsden and Leeds came up and Leslie relaxed fractionally. She nodded at them and then turned to Charles.We came here investigating a report that Ms. Jamison filed about unicorns and dragons, and a green man in her garden. Most of it was a false report, camouflage for the truth that there was a green man in her garden. The deal was that if we found the green man, he gives us three true answers.
First, it isnt a green man. Charles looked at the bland man without favor and pretended not to notice that Anna had moved close to him as soon as he stopped moving and was pressed up against him. You didnt reveal your mates weaknesses before the enemy. He couldnt kill it until Leslie discovered if it could help them find Amethyst.Woodland fae, a tree man, related to the green man. Wearden, the old Anglo-Saxons called them. I have no idea what he calls himself. One of the lesser fae, which doesnt mean he isnt dangerous. Just not as dangerous.The fae curled his lip up and hissed at Charles.
Ask a question that requires a broad answer, Leeds said. Dont use yes-or-no questions. Oddly enough those are pretty easily fouled up.What— The fae leaned forward, just a little. But it cued Leslie in and she rephrased it. Leeds, please explain that. Yes-or-no seems pretty cut-and-dried to me.
Take the question every husband dreads. Leeds looked at the fae and then back at Leslie. You know, the one about if pants make you look fat. A fae could say No, which you would take to mean that you dont look fat, when in fact he means The pants dont make you look fat, your extra weight makes you look fat. Leeds cleared his throat and a flush rose up his face. Not that you do look fat. It was just an example.
Leslie grinned at him but said, Okay, thanks.Anticipation thrums through my body as I swipe the keycard in front of its censor on the door, the little green light granting us entry with a blink, blink, blink.
You going to take a shower?I have to—I feel so gross.
Thanks. She skirts around me, gathering up her stuff. Removing her necklace and other jewelry, setting it all on the desk. It wont take me long.No rush. I flop down on the bed, arms resting behind my head, watching her fuss, crossing my legs at the ankle. Casually learning her tells. The little things about her that will have me lying in bed at night fantasizing: her slender wrists and the way she rubs them after removing her bracelet. The way she purses her lips when she looks in the mirror at herself. How short she is compared to me when she unbuckles her wedge heels, but not when were lying horizontally on the bed.