"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
He shook his head with a deep frown then pushed his track pants down, stepping out of them. He studiously avoided looking at the women as he knew they were all looking at him and he didn't want to react to their interest. Once he was naked he stepped away from his clothes and twisted the ring. Reality folded."AAAAAIIIEEEE!!!" their guide shrieked and threw herself away from Stanley as she pressed her hands to her eyes. Everyone stared at the woman in shock. She was curled up in a ball on the floor at the base of the stairs, trembling."What happened?" Stanley asked Sigrid anxiously. His nerves were buzzing.Camila moved towards the servant but the petite woman quickly pushed herself to her feet. She kept her face averted from them."I am fine. My apologies for the outburst. Please- please enter the chamber when you are ready. I will be here when you return," she said quickly then rushed up the stairs and was gone.They looked at each other and turned to walk to the other end of the a
"What's it do?" Sigrid asked suspiciously. Walter snorted at her tone. "It strengthens the holder's link to the realm for a period of time. Amplifies their ability to draw on the magic." "What's to keep someone from using it constantly, to build the strength of their link to godlike powers?" Sigrid boldly asked. "The Reliquary itself. It manages the flow and closes if there is too much draw. You can certainly strengthen your power, probably to two... maybe three times your usual levels but that's it. It wears off eventually and you'll have to wait for the same period of time to use it again or risk having it have the opposite effect. As it is useless to you, you should give it to me." He decided to keep to himself the fact that the old magic was weakening. He wanted that Reliquary! It was Camila's turn to lay down the law. "Not so fast, Walter. First, you're going to help extract Stanley from this mess. Call the Fae as Stanley's legal advisor and get them to back off." He scowled