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He smiled. "Sure, I believe you."
I shook my head. "No joy, Detective. A lie won't keep me in this room." I was bluffing, sort of. I hoped he didn't call it.
"What will?" he said.
I had an idea. I needed to prove to the police just how serious Branwyn's Tears could be. Sex with a sidhe would haunt a human forever, but a taste of it wouldn't do permanent harm. Some dreams, perhaps, or extra eagerness in the bedroom for a while, but nothing bad. You needed the joining of flesh and magic in a major intimate way to be beyond the point of safety. If we all shared the merest taste, everyone would survive.
"What if I could prove to you that the lust oil worked?"
He crossed his arms over his chest and managed to look even more cynical, which I hadn't thought possible. "I'm listening."
"You believe that no spell can make you instantly lust after some stranger, right?"
He nodded. "That's right."
"Do I have your permission to touch you, Detective?"
He smiled, his gaze roaming over the front of my dress. I hoped he was being deliberately insulting because otherwise he wasn't very bright, and I needed him to be good at his job. With a politically sensitive case like this one, Alvera was either the best they had or the worst. They either hoped for super detective to clear it all up or were offering him up as a sort of preemptive scapegoat for when the shit hit the fan. I'd hoped for super detective, but I was begi
"A minute ago I was Raimundo. Now you want permission to touch me and I'm back to detective."
"It's called a distancing technique, Detective Alvera," I said.
"And here I thought you wanted to get up close and personal, not distant."
I heard Eileen Galan draw a breath to speak and I stopped her, holding up my hand. "It's okay, Eileen, he can't be this stupid and still have made detective, so he's baiting me. I don't know what he hopes to gain from it."
The humor drained from his eyes, leaving them cold and dark, unreadable as stone. "The truth would be nice."
"You behaved yourself for hours in here. Suddenly in the last thirty minutes you've managed to insult me sexually several times, and you've been staring at my breasts. Why the change?"
Those cold eyes stared at my face for a heartbeat or two. "Being businesslike and professional wasn't getting me shit."
"I'm listed as a rape victim in the initial reports whether you believe that or not. Your conduct in the last half hour could get you on the wrong end of a sexual harassment suit."
His eyes flicked to my still silent lawyer, then back to me. "I've seen rape victims, Princess. I've taken them to the hospital, held their hands while they cried. One girl was only twelve. She was so traumatized, she couldn't speak. It took me nine days, working with a therapist, to get her to name her attackers. You don't act like a rape victim."
I shook my head. "You arrogant… man." I made the last word sound like the worst of insults. "Have you ever been raped, Raimundo?"
He blinked, but his eyes stayed neutral. "No."
"Then don't you dare presume to tell me how I'm supposed to be acting or feeling or any fucking thing. I'm not so broken up tonight. Part of it's the damn spell, but part of it, Detective, is that as rapes go this one wasn't that bad. Eileen said I'd been brutalized. Well, she's a lawyer. I can forgive her the choice of words, but she can't know what the word means. She's never seen what a man can do to a woman if he really wants to hurt her. I've seen brutal, Detective, and what happened tonight wasn't brutal, but just because I'm not bleeding my life away through tubes or my face is still recognizable under the bruises, doesn't mean it wasn't rape."
Something passed through his eyes, something I couldn't read, then his eyes were back to giving nothing away. "This wasn't your first time, was it?" His voice was soft, gentle.
I looked at the floor, afraid to meet his eyes. "Not me, Detective, not me."
"A friend," he said in that same gentle voice.
I looked up then, and the sudden show of compassion almost did me in, almost made me want to confide in him. Almost. I remembered Keelin's face a mask of blood, one eye socket crushed so that her eye had lolled out onto her cheek. If she'd had a nose, it would have been broken, but her mother was a brownie, and they don't have human noses. Three of her arms had been held at awkward angles like the broken legs of a spider. No sidhe healer would lay hands on her because she was so near death and they would not risk their own lives for a goblin-brownie half-breed. My father had carried her to a human hospital and reported the attack to the authorities. My father had been Prince of Flame and Flesh, and even his sister the Queen feared him, so he was not punished for inviting the humans in. It was on record. I could talk about it without being punished. So good to know there was something I could tell the whole truth on tonight.
"Tell me," he said, voice grown even softer.
"When we were both seventeen, my best friend Keelin Nic Brown was raped." My voice was bland and empty, as Alvera's eyes had been moments before. "They broke the bones around one of her eyes so that the eye was just lying there on her face, hanging by threads." I took a deep breath and pushed the memory away, not aware that I'd pushed it away with my hands, as if that would help, until I'd finished the movement. "I've seen people beaten, but not like that, never like that. They tried to beat her to death and very near succeeded." I had myself under control again. I wasn't going to cry. I was glad. I hated to cry. It always made me feel so weak.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be sorry for me, Detective Alvera. Watching Keelin heal gave me a measuring rod for violence. If it wasn't as bad as what happened to Keelin, then it can't be that bad. It's gotten me through some very harsh things without having hysterics."
"Like tonight," he said in that same talk-the-jumper-down-from-the-ledge voice.
I nodded. "Yeah, like tonight, though I will admit that what happened to Alistair Norton was one of the worst things I've ever seen, and I've seen some bad things. I did not kill him. I'm not saying I might not have killed him if he'd completed the rape. When I recovered from the lust spell, I might have hunted him down. I don't know. But someone else took care of it for me."
"Who?" he asked.
My voice dropped to a whisper. "I wish I knew, Detective. I really wish I knew."
"Do you need to touch me to prove this lust oil of yours is real?"
I nodded.
"You have my permission," Alvera said.
"If I prove that the lust spell is real, you'll bring in narcotics?"
"Yeah."
"You swear it," I said, "your word of honor."
His eyes got all serious. He seemed to understand that his word meant something to me that it might not to a human. Finally, he nodded. "Yeah, I give you my word."
I glanced at Eileen Galan and back to the one-way glass on the far wall. "Spoken before witnesses. The Gods themselves beware of it if you break your promise."
He nodded. "Should I be expecting a lightning bolt?"
I shook my head. "No, not a lightning bolt."
He'd started to smile, but when I didn't seem to think it was fu
"I hope so, Detective, for all our sakes."
Eileen took me to one side, a few steps away from the detective. "What are you pla
"Are you a practitioner of any mystic art?" I asked.
"I'm a lawyer, not a witch."
"Then just watch. It's sort of self-explanatory." I drew away from her gently and walked back to Alvera. I stayed farther away than I would have normally, just close enough that I could touch him. I'd had oil on my fingers, but some of it had rubbed off. I wanted this to work so I drew my fingers across my breasts where the oil was still slick and shining. Branwyn's Tears had a long shelf life. I reached out toward Alvera's face.
He leaned back out of reach.
I raised an eyebrow at him, hand extended in midair. "You said I could touch you."
He nodded. "Sorry, habit." He moved a step closer to me but maneuvered us so that we were in full view of our audience behind the oneway glass. He visibly steeled himself not to flinch away from me. I wasn't sure if he didn't want me touching him because I was fey or because he thought I'd murdered someone by magic or because of some esoteric cop thing.
I traced my fingertips along his full mouth until they glistened like lip gloss. His eyes widened, and he looked softly stu
I went back to my chair and sat down. I crossed my legs, and the skirt was short enough that I flashed the lacy edge of the thigh-highs. Alvera noticed. He watched every move of my hands as I smoothed the skirt into place. I could see his pulse in his neck jumping under his skin. The wide eyes, the half-parted lips as he fought to control himself were very intriguing. It took more self-control than was pretty to not close the distance between us and make the first move. I was still safe behind Jeremy's runes, but it was an act of will not to go to him.
Eileen Galan was looking from one to the other of us, a puzzled expression on her face. "Did I miss something?"
Alvera just kept staring at me, arms hugging himself, as if afraid to move or even speak, for fear that any forward motion would spill him over the edge and into my arms.
I answered her. "Yes, you missed something."
"What?"
"Branwyn's Tears," I said softly.
Alvera closed his eyes, his body begi
"Are you all right, Detective?" Eileen said.
He opened his eyes, and said, "Yeah, I'm… " He looked back at me."… fine." But that last was barely audible. There was a kind of a panic on his face as if he couldn't believe what he was thinking.