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May I present….

Today I’m suppose to meet up with Raine McCord at this little pub downtown called Zaranas. Checking out the notes in front of me, I mentally review the few bits of information I’ve been given.  Employee of Taliesin Security located in Portland, Oregon.  This security company is run by CEO Ryan Mulcahy, her boss.  Physical description: 5’5”, black hair, grey eyes.  Job title: Security Officer.

No hint of her real role in the shadowy world of the Kyn.  It amazed me how most people were so blithely ignorant of the existence of beings who were “other” for lack of a better term.  All those fairy tales used to scare little children, the dark truth the stories spawned from, all true.  And those in the know had to have some seriously high government level security clearance.

I tap my fingers on the sticky table top. Nothing on paper about the few little hints I’ve picked up around the fringes.  Whispers she was part of some black ops type group who kept the truly monstrous Kyn from breaking out into the light.  Whatever the case, I was a little nervous about this meeting.  Now I’ve met my share of bad-asses, but this case, it seemed tougher than my norm.

A cold breeze swirls around my jean clad legs.  Portland, Oregon.  Sheesh.  There was a damn good reason I spend most of my time in sunny Phoenix, Arizona.  The dripping discomfort currently glistening in the gray streets, by the gray buildings, matched the gray everything.  I sighed.  Maybe that wasn’t totally fair,  the few weeks of spring up here could be downright beautiful.

The chair across from me scrapes across the floor, a high pitch wail of sound that has me jerking to attention.  The woman currently flowing into the seat had me catching my breath.  Ooookkkaayy…I may be totally in love and lust with my hubby, but this woman…she’d make anyone stare.  The strange sensation of sitting across from a dangerously sexy predator was better than any mesmerizing spell a witch could cast.

“Jami?”  Her voice was all smoke and mists, twisting and twining around me. Dark hair pulled back from a sharply angled face, silvery eyes that I would in no way classify as a simple “gray”, watches with a disturbing intensity.

“Ms. McCord?” I wish I could sound half that cool and composed.

A faint twist of lips, probably supposed to be a smile, appear briefly.  “Raine.”

I nod, a little too frantically.  Pulling myself together, I clear my throat and try this thing again. “Raine, then.  Thank you for coming.”

A careless shrug of shoulders.  “Taliesin is always willing to work with our counterparts in the government.”

Oh, someone was not happy about having to meet with me.  “So basically you’re following orders?”  Can’t believe I asked that, but I always prefer honesty to game playing.

Another quick quirk of lips.  Guess she likes honesty too.  “Have to earn a paycheck somehow.”  She settles back, crossed those boot clad legs at the ankle.

I recognize the movement for what it is, I’ve been with too many soldiers not too.  A move meant to appease your companion into thinking you weren’t a threat. Yeah, not happening here. She may make men drool but only a fool would tangle with her.

“I appreciate the time.”  I decide it’s time to get this meeting underway.  “So, did Mr. Mulcahy explain why I was sent?”

She doesn’t answer, her eerie gaze unwavering.  Fine, then. Pulling teeth from a lion would probably be easier, but I had to follow orders too.

“My bosses”, who would remain unnamed, “are concerned with the possibility of a threat from your community to ours.”  Arrgh, I so hated talking in vague circles, but all the security clearance in the world wouldn’t stop the guaranteed panic which would ensue if our conversation was overheard by the wrong people.  Like anyone not sitting at this little table.

The slightly amused expression disappeared as a cool indifference took its place.  “What kind of threat?”

Instead of answering, I push over the small stack of black and white photos from my nifty little folder.  Pictures speak a thousand words, a hell of a lot more concisely than I ever could.

The dark green long sleeve shirt sleeve rides up to expose a brief glimpse of strange scars wrapping around the wrist.  The image makes me wonder about some other stories I’ve heard.  Also makes me wonder if I dare to ask.

Long fingers topped with short nails, capture the images dragging them closer.  No change of expression as she examines the horror done to a couple of young college co-eds.  “You sure it’s not one of yours?”

I shake my head,  “Not this time.”

She pushes the pictures back over the table. “Why?”

“What was left behind, couldn’t have been ours.  One of yours maybe, so we thought we’d ask if you’d heard anything lately.”

Silence answers.  I wish I could get some insight into what was going on in her head.  I’ve got a gut feeling she might actually know something.  Nightmares come in all shapes and sizes, and right now my bosses wanted this taken care of before Joe Q Public caught wind of it.

“I’ll ask around.”  She sits up straighter in her chair.  “Anything else you can give me?”

I shake my head.  Raine gets up to leave and I find words coming out of my mouth, even though my brain is screaming “Danger, Will Robinson, danger”.   “Raine, can I ask you something? It has nothing to do with this. It’s personal.”

Her lean body stills, and the air around us tightens. “Maybe.”

I force myself to meet those unsettling silvery eyes.  “If I had specific information on a certain entrepreneur and his company, would you be interested?”

It was like watching a body turn to stone.  “Who?”

My throat aches, and my stomach tightens as cold slices to the morrow of my bones.  I need someone to take down the monster who haunts my nightmares, and if my sources were right, the hunter I needed was standing in front of me.

“Talbot.”  The cold expands, nerves and dread scraping muscles from bones, leaving weak skin behind.  I pull out a small flash drive containing the names of men who should have been put down years ago. I can’t stop my hand from trembling.  The risk was huge, but the payoff meant I might be able to make it through one night without screaming.

I drop my gaze unable to maintain eye contact as fear, anger, helplessness, resentment, a mishmash of every ugly emotion rolls through me.  I may not be strong enough to stop these human monsters, but here’s hoping the hunter in front of me could. What was that old saying?  It takes a monster to hunt one? Sounds good to me.

The flash drive disappears and does the woman I’ve just sent out hunting.

“Good luck, Raine.”  I have a sick feeling she’s going to need it.


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