A Faerie's Curse (Creepy Hollow #6) Read Online Free Page B

do. My team began looking into this so-called guardian hater group straight after Zed tried to take Victoria. I told them to question the owner of Club Deviant, like you suggested.”
    â€œOh yeah? Did they discover anything?”
    â€œThey did, actually. One of my team recognized him as someone who escaped from the scene of a previous crime. They arrested him and searched his club. They found illegal potions that link him to another group we’ve been trying to take down for a while. Perhaps they’re all part of this larger guardian hater group. Anyway, none of this proves he had anything to do with the dragon disease or the plan to hurt Victoria, and of course he says he knows nothing of a faerie named Zed. But we’ve requested permission to use a truth potion, so if that request goes through, we’ll soon know more.” Ryn stifles a yawn before adding, “Oh, and we’ve had a spike in disappearances in Creepy Hollow recently. That’s not my department, of course, but I know Vi can help with her Griffin Ability. So I’ve been trying to discreetly get my hands on some of the belongings of those who’ve disappeared so Vi can attempt to find them. Amidst all my own work, of course.” He leans one elbow on the desk and blinks at me, as though trying to wake himself up. “How’s, um, Chase?”
    â€œOh.” I automatically swivel the ring around my finger. “The situation’s still the same,” I say carefully. I told Ryn about the telepathy rings and that we know where Chase is being held prisoner, but I haven’t told him what we’re doing about it. I think it’s probably best he doesn’t know we’re attempting to break into the Seelie Palace. He might feel obligated to try and stop us.
    â€œI still haven’t heard a thing about him,” Ryn says. “Not even a whisper. I assumed there must be someone on the Council—the Head Councilor, at the very least—who knew about Draven’s capture, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe Angelica negotiated directly with the Seelie Queen for her freedom.”
    â€œShe mentioned the Guild, though.” I continue twisting the telepathy ring, frowning at the desk as I remember that moment beside the Wishbone Rivers when I realized exactly what Angelica had done—traded her own son for her freedom.
    â€œDo you love him?”
    My hands freeze and blood rushes to light a fire across my skin. “What?”
    â€œAfter he was taken,” Ryn says, “you told me you care a great deal about him. I didn’t question it at the time because you were so upset, but … well, you mentioned previously that I had nothing to worry about when it came to your feelings for him, but something’s obviously changed since then.” He leans forward and watches me closely.
    â€œDon’t do that,” I say, pointing at him. “Don’t feel what I’m feeling.”
    â€œHey.” He holds his hands up. “You know I have no control over that. Besides, the only thing I can feel is your complete mortification. It’s impossible to sense anything beyond that.”
    â€œGood. You can keep feeling mortified then.”
    â€œSo … do you really feel that strongly for him?”
    I sit back in the chair and cross my arms. “Are you asking because you have a legitimate interest in knowing, or because you’d like to remind me that you think he’s too old for me?”
    â€œWell … he is.”
    I roll my eyes toward the ceiling before returning them to my brother. “Would you feel better if he were a hundred-year-old vampire? Because the rest of society seems to be okay with that.”
    Ryn cocks his head. “What are you talking about?”
    I lift one shoulder. “Haven’t a clue. Chase told me to say that if you brought up the age difference again.”
    â€œRight …”
    â€œAnyway, back to Angelica.”
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