0.6-The Asylum Interviews: Trixie Read Online Free

Bronx and me.
    “I’m sorry, Mr. Powell, but I’m not actually here for a job,” Trixie began in a firm voice, dragging my eyes from the photos before me. My stomach sank and I frowned. Not exactly what I was expecting to hear.
    “First off, it’s Gage. And second, what are you talking about? You don’t need a job?”
    “No, I do need a job, but it’s not my real reason for being here.”
    I sat back in my chair and folded my arms over my chest. Here it comes. She was going to spill out why she was using glamour and how her trouble was landing on my doorstep.
    “I want your help in freeing Jo,” she said, confusing me more ways than I could count. That was unexpected.
    I shifted in my chair, fighting the urge to rise and pace the room. “What are you talking about?”
    “Jo said that you used to date. I thought you might be willing to help her.”
    “Yes, but last night was the first time I’ve seen her in more than two years. What are you talking about? Free her from what? She seemed fine last night.”
    “Except . . .” Bronx’s pointed look reminded me of Jo’s unknown man. I had emailed to check in, demanding an explanation, but I had yet to hear back.
    “You saw Chester?” Trixie gasped, jumping out of her chair.
    I snickered, unable to stop it. “Chester? The vamp’s name is Chester?”
    “Gage,” Bronx said in a warning voice as I caught the glare from Trixie.
    I cleared my throat and sat up. “Sorry.” But really, what self-respecting vampire had a name like Chester? Most of the male vampires I had encountered had names like Fang, Blade, and Payne, and it was just hard to be afraid of someone named Chester.
    “Yes, I believe we saw him,” Bronx said when I didn’t speak. I was still trying to pull myself together. “Tall vampire with dark brown hair.”
    Trixie sank back into her seat, looking a little frustrated. “I’ve actually never seen him. Jo just told me about him. He’s the only one who threatens her.”
    “He was that,” Bronx admitted.
    “Why don’t you tell us what you know?” I asked, finally putting my thoughts back on track. “As I said before, last night was the first time I’ve seen Jo in over two years.”
    Trixie dragged in a deep breath and folded her hands together in her lap. “When I met Jo in June out on the Coast, she was already talking about leaving the band. She said she was getting tired of the travel, tired of putting up with Royce, and it seemed like Kevin and Daisy were looking to settle down with a pack to have kids. She mentioned wanting to come back to Low Town and a month ago, she did.”
    “Wait!” I interrupted, throwing up my hands. “Jo has been back in town a month?”
    “Yes,” Trixie said with a slight hiss and a pointed look that demanded my silence. I shook my head. Jo had come back and didn’t contact me until now. What the fuck? It’s not like I was interested in getting back together, but it would have been nice to know she was moving back.
    “Anyway, when she moved back she discovered that she couldn’t rejoin her old nest. Something about no available spots, so she was forced into Chester’s. He’s a cold, manipulative asshole and he’s been making her life hell since she came back to Low Town. I’m afraid of him hurting her.”
    “I don’t understand. Why doesn’t she just leave? She left her last nest.”
    “If she wants to stay in Low Town, she has to be part of a nest,” Trixie said.
    “And there are only two nests in Low Town,” Bronx added.
    “I guess I still don’t understand. Why is she a part of this nest? I saw her apartment plenty of times when she lived here before and she lived alone. No nest.”
    “Did you not study the rulings on the Vampire Bill of Rights in 1914?” Trixie snapped.
    “Just the part that all citizens have to have legal documents registered and approved before being turned into a vampire. The rest didn’t apply to me.”
    At this point, even Bronx was starting to look a