At Your Fairy Worst (Fairy Batmother Book 1) by Willow Mason

Author:Willow Mason [Mason, Willow]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-07-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Instead of going straight to the car, I walked around the city centre for a while, the light exercise undoing a dozen familial-stress-induced aches. Even knowing self-chastisement would do me no good, I couldn’t turn my internal nag down to zero.

When the clock ticked past ten, I dropped by Seddon’s flat, betting the odds that he’d be home on a Thursday. His face when he answered the door didn’t speak well about my standing.

“Get in.” He grabbed my arm and dragged me inside rather than waiting to see if I complied. The door slammed behind me, and it wasn’t until he ran a hand through his tangled mop that I saw a glimpse of the contractor I knew. “You’re meant to be dead.”

“Nice to see you, too.” I flopped sideways onto a dining room chair and waited until he paced the length of the room three times, then asked, “Is that the official belief or just a personal one.”

“When you didn’t check-in after the raid, I took the liberty of checking the police report for the incident. Aside from the presumptive conclusions they forwarded to the fire department, it noted you as likely among the dead.”

Seddon leant his head back, scratching his neck. The bright-red abrasions joined a plethora already marking his skin, along with the eczema I’m certain his doctor must have warned him not to touch.

“You could’ve called.”

“It’s only been a day—”

“Two.” He sat back upright and glared at me. “Yesterday and today spent thinking you were dead.”

I swallowed hard, squinting as I tried to read his expression without staring at the man. We’d worked together on and off for three years, no four—ever since I ditched my stagnant role at the high council to strike out on my own.

In that time, we’d grown close-ish, sure. Seddon was the one I always thought of first when I needed help, and not just with the hacking jobs at which he excelled. Still, his worry took me by surprise.

I mean, sure, it would devastate me to think he was injured or… deceased. It didn’t bear thinking about. But I’d never considered that he thought of me as anything but another paycheque. The odd grunts and terse sentences that punctuated our communication didn’t scream affection.

I was touched.

And appalled. “The police computer system? You go on there apart from when I ask you to?”

He sat back in his chair, eyes narrowing. “Only when I thought you were dead but sorry for being concerned.”

I touched my face, expecting to find it flushed and taken aback when my cheeks were cool to the touch. Hamish had confronted me… when? The start of the week. The same day as Blakely, so that was Monday? With everything happening so fast and furious, I was losing track.

“Thanks, but I meant to tell you sooner. Hamish found out what you were, no, we were doing.”

“Hamish?” Seddon leant forward, frowning. “How could he know?”

“Just dumb luck. He went into the Hortense file at the same time as you and the computer threw a fit at his end.

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