Extraits

Falin to Alex :

« I began to follow, and Falin caught my shoulder, stopping me.

- You stayed here, he said. You're half blind and you're idea of a fighting style is trusting your movements to the guidance of a dagger that likes blood and isn't picky where it draws it. »

Briar à Alex :

« - You look a little green, Craft, she said when I opened the door.

- I don't do dead bodies.

She frowned at me.

- You're a grave witch.

- Yeah, not by choice. I just try to make the best of it. »

« Falin placed a hand on my shoulder, the touch tentative and light, as if he prepared to drawback quiqkly. The contact grounded me, made the cacophony of warring thoughts tearing through my mind quiet a little, as I focused on the warmth of his fingers through my sweater. I reached up, placing my fingers over his, and his touch grew surer. We stayed like that, me sitting, him standing, both silent as the police worked. »

Alex et Falin :

«  - So you 'll be what, my bodyguard ? My keeper ? My parole officer waiting for me to step over the line ?

- That's not fait.

- You're right, ti's not.

I pushed up out the chair.

- Because if it was Caleb, or Malik, or any other independant fae who had wound up on the news, you wouldn't be having this conversation.

He didn't stand when I did, which irrited me. It was hard to kick someone out who was still sitting. Instead, he very calmy, but little too quietly, said :

- You're right. I wouldn't be having this conversation. I wouldn't be having it because I would have sent agents to pick him up ans take him to Faerie. No questions asked. No options offered. But I try very hard to help you safeguard your freedom. »

Rianna à Alex :

« - Now tell me how the investigation went today ?

I groaned.

- Not so hot. I ended up being taken hostage in a bank robbery. »