Justin laid a manila file folder in front of Tyler. "Amelia Faelar. We found files on some of the kidnapped faes, and hers was among them."
Justin had been put in charge of sorting out the abducted fae they’d recovered from the farmhouse the day before.
Tyler stared at the file folder. "She could be lying about her name." He still believed Amelia was a spy. She had to be. Every instinct he had screamed that she was dangerous, no matter the pretty package she came in.
The Fae Coven archivist and all-around geek snapped the file open. There, paper-clipped to a sheaf of papers, was a photo of Amelia. It had been taken while she’d been sitting at a Starbucks. She was talking with a good-looking man about her age. Her head was tipped back on a laugh, her long blond hair curling around her sh
