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blooded hu around Supes of al kinds, but for a bartender, I needed someone who could also act as bouncer when I wasn’t around

Pieder, the giant, did a good job, but he worked days, and I was hiring for the night shift I probably should hire a second bouncer while I was at it, but since I worked a s in the bar, I usual y covered the void Sulars had quickly learned not to cross me

She nodded “Yeah, but I’m not sure what kind He has an odd feel” The look on her face told e that she didn’t knohat to make of him Chrysandra was, I had discovered, fairly psychic for an FBH—ful -blooded hus easily

“Send hi me a little privacy to interview him?”

“No probleirl?” She stroked ers “I can stay”

“I can tear apart ninety percent of the creatures I et that I’et it” I took her hand, holding it for a moment I loved her dearly, and because of that, I never wanted her to forget I was a dangerous predator It was my nature and I accepted it and at times—reveled in it

“I never do,” she whispered softly, then fol owed Chrysandra out of the roo in a way that drove me crazy I wanted to slip hs For so long, after Dredge had gotten through with me, I’d repressed my sexuality, but Nerissa had woken it up, ful stea the djinn back in the bottle

I put htened the papers onful throttle toward us; ere co up on the end of the year, and I needed to do a ful accounting of everything in the bar

I also was preparing to open the Wayfarer to overnight travelers We’d cleaned out the rooms upstairs, redecorated and sanded and painted, and now I had space for seven guests, with three communal bathrooms

But opening to overnight guestsa maid I’d also have to find soeneral, take care of the needs of our Otherworld patrons For the most part, that ho I expected to see I already had decided that I wouldn’t rent to goblins, ogres, or anybody likely to cause trouble

Since the Wayfarer technical y belonged to an OW resident—n territory I could discri creeps and miscreants stay in the bar wasn’t my idea of equal opportunity Especial y not whena demonic war

The door opened, and ahim up and down, I found myself suitably impressed I had no doubt the man could chuck people out of the bar

Brawn, he had That ht, but his biceps orks of art, and his thighs looked strong enough to crack a skulHis hair, jet black with a white streak, was held back in a thick ponytail, hitting about reen as my sister Delilah’s He looked to be around his midthirties, but if he was Supe, who kne old he real y was?

And that was the second thing: Supe, he was I could tel right off that he wasn’t hu off hiet for someone half-Fae, could feel it

“How do you do? I’o And you are?” I stood and walked around the desk