"It's time!"Stanley's mind rebelled at the voice but it was insistent and drew him up from the depths. As his eyes fluttered open he saw he was in a room with a thick wooden door and grey cinderblock walls. The floor was grey cement and he was sitting in the middle of it with his arms tightly taped together behind his back around a steel pole.With consciousness came terrible nausea. Waves of it. He immediately leaned to the side and threw up as the waves washed over him. He heaved until he felt turned inside out.Even in his wretched state he realized he was naked. Another bad sign."Yes, the drug has a nasty after effect. It will pass," a soft voice said from the doorway.Stanley groggily looked up and saw a small impeccably dressed grey haired man standing a few feet inside the door. He was maybe 5' tall and very slim but his suit was exquisitely tailored and looked very expensive right down to his handcrafted leather shoes. He had several gold rings on the slim fingers of both ha
He was dazzled by a new flash of light as the now rusty post took another blast of electrical energy. The remaining spells were continuing their assault. Sensation began returning to Stanley's body and he shook with relief. He could feel his ability to control his muscles returning quickly. He realized he was over the grate and below he could see fast flowing water. He pressed his nose to the grill and picked up the scent of foul air. It was probably a sewer line. Still, it might be his only way out. Stanley hooked a thick finger into the grill and pulled. The grill began to rise and he got his other hand under the lip to tilt it up to rest back against the wall. The opening was too small for his Satyr body to fit but his human form would fit. Dropping down into the sewer was not his favorite option. He twisted the ring again and snapped back into his human shape but he could feel he had only minutes left before he'd have to switch back. He looked down into the pit, trying to psyc
"NO ONE deserves that!" Stanley barked and slammed the lid closed on the tablet. He caught her surprised gasp before the connection broke. His nerves were jangling with rage and fear as his mind swung back and forth between his memory of what Leaharin had done to him and what he'd just done to the Queen of the Fae. He supposed as Queen no one ever hung up on her. He shut the tablet's power off just in case she tried to call back. He had a sinking feeling that he'd just done something really bad. Really, really bad. He sat with his back against the door jamb and pondered just how fucked up his life was becoming. Was it even salvageable at this point? He yelped when his cell chirped at him. He looked at it and saw a text from Sigrid. 'We're here. Where are you?' He peeked out the window and saw a large black SUV parked next to the large orange thing. He needed to make sure it was her. "What can you see out your window?" he typed and sent. "An orange sign shaped like a big wheel of
There was only one person who could have hidden them and her betrayal was overwhelming. He put his face in his hands and the tears came. Deep, soul wrenching sobs tore through him. "Stanley! What's wrong?" Sigrid said putting her arm around him. He leaned against her and shook as his grief crashed through his defenses. The woman looked at Camila who looked back, equally concerned. It took some time but Stanley eventually got some control back but he felt hollowed out. He was limp in Sigrid's arms. "Stanley, what happened?" she asked gently. "I can remember." "Remember? Remember what?" "My parents. Leaharin must have cleared a memory blockage." He frowned. "She- she hid the memories," he forced out between his teeth, an irrational rage almost getting loose. He breathed slowly and it subsided. Stanley's eyes went to Mr. Duncan. His flame red hair and beard. So much like his father's. A tremble went through his body. "My- my father- he looked like you." Mr. Duncan leaned back i
Sigrid's face flushed with anger. She hated that he seemed to be so well connected but did nothing with the information unless it benefited him directly. "What little crisis?" Camila asked cautiously. "Someone of great import in the Fae Royal Court was discovered dead this morning in a magically shielded building near Newark Bay. The body was badly disfigured then crushed under cement blocks. It was reported that items of great value belonging to this court official were taken as well." Walter said with an edge of excitement in his voice, no doubt he wanted these items. "Are charges being filed?" Sigrid asked. "Strangely they seem to be holding off on that for the time being. A request has been made to speak to 'a person of interest' said to have been at the location at the time to determine what may or may not have occurred," Walter offered casually. "The person of interest?" Camila asked cautiously. "A new employee of VRL. One Stanley Garin," Walter replied. "I see," Camila s
He had so much he wanted to ask her but pushing to the front of his mind was the image of his parents. It would not be denied. "I remember them. I can see their faces." "Who?" she snapped, and he remembered she detested when he wasn't clear. "My parents. The Fae who broke into my mind cleared the blockage and I remember them." "I will have to deal with this Fae," Baba growled and he could feel the rage boiling within her. "He's dead," Stanley blurted, drawing a surprised smile from the old woman. "Tell me please, my parents, what happened to them? How did... how did you get me?" Stanley begged and her smile instantly disappeared in a scowl. "You think I killed them and stole you?" she asked in a quiet, stiff voice. "My heart says no but I'm lost in this world of magic and intrigue. You're more than who I thought you were. Please!" "Don't beg! I didn't raise you to beg!" she snapped angrily. Stanley knelt in front of her. "You did raise me! You're the only parent I had growing
She returned to stand before him and her face was warming up with a blush. "This isn't how I wanted to do this but I need to be at full strength if we're going to see Walter." She began tugging at his sweat shirt. "What? Oh! Now?" he gasped. "Please, Stanley!" she begged and he thought she looked so sweet he couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his lips. "What?" she asked with a pout. "You're so adorable!" he blurted. She was practically vibrating with need. "Stanley, you need to change, now, while I can still hold myself back." She began to pull her own clothes off rapidly. He stepped back and yanked his sweater up and over his head and pushed his pants off as he kicked his shoes off. He pushed his clothes into a pile with his foot. He held her eyes with his as he stepped back. "Stay back while I change. It's dangerous!" he said firmly. She nodded. With a quick glance around he saw he was clear so he twisted the ring. The moment he was in Satyr form Sigrid was in his
"Stanley's my neighbor. I'm Sandy Marlow. I'm just trying to confirm he's alright." Siobhan's eyebrows elevated. "Now, why wouldn't he be?" Sandy turned to look at Tish standing a few feet away with Dayshia. "Tish, do you have the video queued. Could you show it to Siobhan?" The tall brunette came over and played the video for Siobhan who squeaked in shock when Stanley was shoved into the van. "That does look like Stanley doesn't it!" she exclaimed to Sandy who just nodded with a worried look. Siobhan turned to the young woman at the counter. "Give me the phone and dial extension 3333." She held the receiver to her ear and listened. Her expression became frustrated. She looked at the woman again. "Hang up and dial 3001." She listened and heard it pick up. "Ms. Villamor's office." "Felix, this is Siobhan in the lobby. I'm looking for Marisa or Stanley but they aren't answering. Have you heard from either?" "Hi Siobhan! No, I haven't seen either and their door is closed." "Is