âHow the hell do you know that?â
âA sprite told me.â
âA sprite.â
âYeah. He used to work for this guy Aeson. He ran away and wanted revenge. So he sold the information to me.â
âSold it?â
âHe needed money to put down a deposit on an apartment in Scottsdale.â
It sounded ludicrous, but it wasnât the first time Iâd heard of Otherworldly creatures trying to set up shop in the human world. Or of crazy people who wanted to live in Scottsdale.
âWhen did this happen?â
âOh, a few days ago.â He made it sound like a visit from the UPS guy.
âSo. You were seriously approached by a sprite and only now thought to mention it?â
Wil shrugged. Some of the sunscreen heâd missed rubbing in showed on his chin. It kind of reminded me of kindergarten paste. âWell, Iâd already known she was taken by fairies. This just sort of confirmed it. He was actually the one who mentioned you. Said you killed one of his cousins. Then I found some locals that backed up the story.â
I studied Wil. If he hadnât seemed so hapless, I almost wouldnât have believed any of this. But it smacked too much of truth for him to be making it up. âWhat did he call me?â
âHuh?â
âWhen he told you about me. What name did he give you?â
âWellâ¦your name. Odile. But there was something else tooâ¦Eunice?â
âEugenie?â
âYeah, that was it.â
I paced irritably around the clearing. The second of two Otherworldly denizens to know my name in as many days. That was not good. Not good at all. And now one of them was trying to get Wil to lure me into the Otherworld. Or was it truly a lure? Sprites werenât really known for being criminal masterminds. If Iâd killed his cousin, I suppose he might hope some other motivated creature would take me down.
âSo what? Are you going to help me now?â
âI donât know. Iâve got to think on it, check up on some stuff.â
âButâbut Iâve shown you and told you everything! Donât you see how real this is? You have to help me! Sheâs only fifteen, for Godâs sake.â
âWil,â I said calmly, âI believe you. But itâs not that simple.â
I meant it. It wasnât so simple, no matter how much I wanted it to be. I hated Otherworldly inference more than I hated anything else. Taking a teenage girl was the ultimate violation. I wanted to make the guilty party pay for this. I wanted to make them suffer. But I couldnât cross over with guns blazing. Getting myself killed would do none of us any good. I needed more information before I could proceed.
âYou have toââ
âNo,â I snapped, and this time my voice wasnât so neutral. âI do not have to do anything, do you understand? I make my own choices and take my own jobs. Now, Iâm very sorry about your sister, but Iâm not jumping into this just yet. As Lara told you, I donât generally do jobs that take me into the Otherworld. If I take this one, itâll be after careful deliberation and question-asking. And if I donât take it, then I donât take it. End of story. Got it?â
He swallowed and nodded, cowed by the fierce tone in my voice. It was not unlike the one I used on spirits, but I felt only a little bit bad about scaring Wil with it. He had to prepare himself for the highly likely possibility that I would not do this for him, no matter how much we both wanted it.
On the way home, I swung by my momâs place, wanting to talk to Roland. Sunset threw reddish-orange light onto their house, and the scent of her flower garden filled the air. It was the familiar smell of safety and childhood. When I walked into the kitchen, I didnât see her anywhere, which was probably just as well. She tended to get upset when Roland and I talked shop.
He sat at the table