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help, right?”
    “Has anyone else ever told you that you bring out the urge to commit violent acts?”
    “No, it’s just you.” She watched him close his eyes, take three deep, slow breaths, and unclench his fists. She counted to ten along with him.
    When his eyes opened again, the glazed look had faded a little and he spoke with excruciating politeness. “Would you please fill me in on what you’ve heard about Seoc? Where he’s been seen, who reported it, that kind of thing.”
    She might as well, she decided. He didn’t intend to take no for an answer—she could tell that just by looking at him—and maybe if they put their heads together, they could actually figure out where this Seoc guy had gotten to. Maybe Luc would even see some pattern to the witnesses that she had missed. “A rabbi, three models, a sex shop owner and a bartender.” He scowled. “Walk into a bar, or are stranded on a desert island? I don’t have time for this, Corinne.” Corinne rolled her eyes. “I’m answering your question about what witnesses there have been to the
    ‘leprechaun’ thing, not setting up a bad joke. “
    Luc snorted. “Somehow I’m not convinced there’s a difference.” Pause. “They thought he was a Page 32

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    leprechaun?”
    “What? Is that one imaginary creature who really is imaginary?”
    “No, they’re real. But they’re short, ugly, foul-tempered little bastards. You can’t mistake one for being Fae.”
    “Yeah, well, the witnesses must have missed that day of Things That Don’t Exist 101.” She retrieved her backpack from the floor where she’d dropped it and brought it back to the sofa. Digging out her notebook, she flipped open to the section marked, “What Did I Do to Deserve This?” and skimmed through her notes. “None of the initial reports were all that much help. They all saw basically the same thing: tall blond guy, brick walls, bright lights, disappearing trick. Of course, the initial reports are more like third-hand scuttlebutt, since the police weren’t exactly interested in filing reports on the ravings of folks they assumed should be in Bellevue.”
    “Did the witnesses talk to anyone other than the police?”
    “A couple of tabloids, a PI or two. Those reports aren’t much better, though.” She snapped her notebook shut. “That’s why I had intended to start doing interviews tomorrow. I need to talk to the witnesses firsthand if I’m going to get to the bottom of anything.” Luc nodded. “Great. Then that’s what we’ll do.”
    “Um, excuse me?” Had he not been paying attention for the last 45 mutes while she’d been ripping him a new asshole? “What’s with this ‘we,’ white man? This is my story, and I’ll do the research if it kills me.
    I’ll even agree to share my information with you, but you are not coming along with me on my interviews.”
    “Yes. I am.”
    She rolled her eyes heavenward and prayed for patience. “Why do I always have to deal with the difficult ones?”
    “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you’re the one who’s being difficult?”
    “Considering that I was living my life and minding my own business until you showed up and turned it all upside down on me? Hmm, let me think. “ She pursed her lips, tapped her index finger against them, stared up at the ceiling and counted to three. “Um, no.”
    “Does this mean we’re going to fight again?”
    His long hair had come loose from its club while they were fucking like bunnies, and he hadn’t bothered to pull it back again. It draped over his shoulders and bare chest like a blanket of dark silk, making her palms itch to stroke it. Clearly he wasn’t playing fair, to have hair like that.
    She ignored the endearing, adorable-little-boy look on his face and crossed her arms over her chest.
    “No, actually. It means that you’re going to vacate my apartment before I get testy, and I’m going