Cold Iron
“A condominium—Conn thought of it as a cell in a hive—with staring blank walls and polished glass surfaces.
It was empty. Not just of people, although it was that, too. It was empty of the thing he had never realized he most sought in human habitations: warmth.
Miach peered at a heap of white powder on a glass table, dipped a finger in it, tasted it. “Your Druid’s husband has expensive habits,” he observed.
“Ex-husband,” Conn corrected.
“You suspect he has Fae blood,” Miach guess...ed.
“It fits. The preternatural charisma. The compulsion to take—to steal—as by right. The appetite for luxury.”
Miach looked around the apartment. Colorless, cold, divorced from the natural world. “If he can live like this, his blood is dilute.”
“He has been using Beth to find the mounds for some time.” And he had used crude human poisons to violate her mind and more, and for that he would pay.MoreLess
It was empty. Not just of people, although it was that, too. It was empty of the thing he had never realized he most sought in human habitations: warmth.
Miach peered at a heap of white powder on a glass table, dipped a finger in it, tasted it. “Your Druid’s husband has expensive habits,” he observed.
“Ex-husband,” Conn corrected.
“You suspect he has Fae blood,” Miach guess...ed.
“It fits. The preternatural charisma. The compulsion to take—to steal—as by right. The appetite for luxury.”
Miach looked around the apartment. Colorless, cold, divorced from the natural world. “If he can live like this, his blood is dilute.”
“He has been using Beth to find the mounds for some time.” And he had used crude human poisons to violate her mind and more, and for that he would pay.MoreLess
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