Chapter 42
“We already heard her story,” Natalie reminded me. Unlike Ryder, she wasn’t trying to be a smart-a*s. She simply found it difficult to ignore the truth.
To my surprise, Rune was the one who turned to Lenny’s wife and prodded her for further details. “Do you want to tell us what you did with the woman you’re impersonating?”
“She’s dead,” the jowly fae started. Then, swatting away our leapt-to conclusions with a horrified hand wave: “I didn’t kill her. She died of natural causes the night I arrived in town. Lenny didn’t want to believe she was gone, so it didn’t take any glamour at all to slide into that gap.”
What came next was a sad sort of story. A husband’s yearning fed this fae her first bit of stolen magic. Then a human softness enfolded her, one she didn’t want to leave
