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romantically with a human…”
    “Yeah, I had the same thought. Anyway, that isn’t the bad news. The bad news is that activity has picked up in New York in the last week. Uncle Nicolae said there have been more Unseelie than usual, and they are acting strangely, as if they are searching for something.”
    “What could they be searching for?”
    “That’s your department. Ask Auberon, surely he knows. Wasn’t his last Faerie Mound in New York?”
    “Yeah, I think so. But when he left it was swallowed by Gaia. Anything left behind would be…buried. Where has the activity increased?”
    “Central Park, definitely, but I think all over Manhattan.”
    “Okay, hold tight. I’ll look into it and get back to you as soon as I can. It may be a day or two. We have a Shifter Assembly to introduce the triplets and a gathering with the Fae nobles that I also have to get through, before I can get Auberon alone to discuss this with him.”
    “You know me; I’ll just be out kicking ass…”
    “Tones…stay safe. Don’t get yourself killed okay?”
    I laughed. “I’ll be fine, Max. See ya when you get here.” I tapped the glass three times to turn it off. I set the mirror face down on the dresser and glanced at the clock. It was nearly four in the morning; no wonder I was feeling like a worn out dish rag. I checked my phone, to see if Mom or Teresa had called, not really expecting anything. They probably hadn’t even noticed that I had left yet. Setting the phone on the night table, I switched the light off and lay down.

 
     
    I don’t even remember falling asleep, but my dreams were pretty vivid and they all involved a certain redheaded witch. I’m not using that term in a derogatory way, either. I mean, I think she is actually an honest to goodness witch. At least that’s what my dreams were telling me. It would explain the flame ball, and the human, yet supernatural feel to her energy. I decided to do a little research on Jillian O’Neil before meeting up with her again.
    The funny thing was, no matter how hard I searched the internet, I couldn’t find a mention of her. Oh, there were plenty of O’Neils in Northern Ireland, especially around Belfast, just not one named Jillian. There wasn’t a record of her anywhere, which made me even more curious. I decided to talk to Uncle Nicu again; maybe she had given him some kind of background that I could use to discover more about her.
    I found him in the kitchen scrambling eggs. “Ah, you are awake. I wondered if you would get up early.”
    “Yeah, I don’t sleep a lot,” I said, wondering how to broach the subject of Jillian. “Breakfast smells good.”
    “Pour the juice, would you?”
    “Sure.” I got the orange juice out of the fridge and poured two glasses. “Uncle Nicu…about last night…”
    “It is fine. I will teach you what you need to know to kill the Dark Fae here in New York. No worries.”
    “No, not that. About Jillian. How do you know she is who she says she is?”
    Uncle Nicolae glared at me. “You think I do not know my own Guardians? Of course she is who she says she is. Why would you think such a thing?”
    “There is no record of her anywhere in Belfast.”
    “You checked her out on the internet?” Nicolae laughed. “Silly boy. Of course there is no record of her. She is not stupid. Her family is not the kind of people to allow records to be made.”
    “There has to be something, a birth certificate, a high school diploma, something. A doctor’s record of her somewhere.”
    “No, Antony, there isn’t,” Nicolae said, shaking his head and taking a bite of his eggs. “No records, ever. No driver’s license. No passport. No anything. Not in Jillian’s name.”
    “So, as far as anyone knows, she doesn’t exist?”
    “No, she doesn’t.”
    “O…kay. What is she?” I asked. “I had a dream…”
    “So, you know, then.”
    “But, am I right? Is she a witch?”
    “Of sorts. I would call her more of a Sorceress. It is