Today’s excerpt comes from A SACRED MAGIC.
“You’re the owners of the house?” She asked. “I’m Officer Downey. I’d like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind.”
I nodded. “I’m the owner. I’m Ember Kearney, and this is my roommate, Angel Jackson.”
She gave me the once-over, and I could tell that she recognized I was tralaeth, but she didn’t seem to react to it. Luckily, most of the police were trained to suppress their dislike of certain races or species.
“Both of you were at work? Where do you work, if I may ask?”
“Yes, we were. We work for the Wild Hunt Agency,” I said, holding out my arm so she could see my tattoo. Right about then, I noticed Herne pulling up. He had everybody else in his Expedition. “There’s my boss right now, Herne the Hunter. They can verify we were at work.”
Downey’s eyes lit up, and she stared at us for a moment, a new respect sweeping over her face. The fire marshal, who was standing nearby, took note as well.
“I was going to ask for a list of your potential enemies,” Downey said, “but somehow I think that’s going to be a long one. Is there anybody in particular with whom you’ve had altercations? Anybody been a problem lately?”
I glanced at Angel, feeling helpless. “There are so many people who are pissed at us. I can’t think of any off the top of my head, though. Can you?”
Angel shook her head. “Not at the moment.” She paused as Herne and the others walked over to our side.
“Is Mr. Rumblebutt safe?” was the first thing Herne asked, and that made me love him even more.
“He’s all right. I want to take him to the vet, though, to make sure he isn’t suffering any smoke inhalation. Apparently, someone tried to torch our house. My neighbor chased them away.”
At that point, Joffrey hurried over. He had been talking to one of the firemen.
“What happened?” I asked.
The police officer motioned for him to join us. “If you could give us an account of what you saw, it would be very helpful.”