are murdered every day. Even with Alex involved with one of the targets, PUP Squad Alpha wouldn’t have gotten involved if they’d thought it was a human serial killer.”
“That’s true,” Alex said immediately. “Ronan might not have even called me in to help if he’d thought he was dealing with a human.”
“The assassin who came after Kali—the pixie queen’s daughter, Connistanterina—might be our best chance of learning why she did what she did,” Alex said. “But we’ve tried on several occasions to interrogate her without success. Do you think her mother would be willing to help?”
Jennifer nodded. “I believe she would. Emmallina is very worried for her daughter, and it’s not just fear that her daughter is dead. It’s also a deep-seated fear that Connistanterina was somehow being manipulated, that her actions weren’t of her own volition.”
“That would be a pretty natural reaction for any mother,” Thomas suggested. “No mother wants to believe she raised a serial killer.”
“Ordinarily, I would agree with you,” Jennifer said, “but I believe in Emmallina’s case there is more to it than just a mother’s false hope.”
“Okay, we need to make contact with the pixie queen,” Benjamin said decisively. “Alex, is there any chance of being able to slip back into the room where you found Jennifer?”
“Unlikely,” he said with a shake of his head. “The pixie king obviously knows more than he’s saying. I suspect that any entry to the palace now would be met with deadly force.”
“Alex is right,” Thomas said in agreement. “When the king told us to leave, he was pretty convincing with his threats.”
Benjamin nodded his acceptance of their assessment. “I’m going to avoid going through official channels at this stage. That leaves us with only one option.” He turned to Jennifer and smiled. “I hope you’re sleepy, because you may be our only chance.”
Chapter Eight
Thomas was wide awake. Granted, he’d spent most of the past two days lying down and trying to sleep, so it was no wonder he felt well rested, but it wasn’t getting them any closer to making contact with the pixie queen.
It was four in the afternoon, and the three of them were currently lying above the covers, fully clothed, on Adam’s bed. Thomas desperately wanted to pull his mate into his arms and make love to her the way they’d dreamed, but far from accepting their suggestion of a new life, Jennifer seemed to be stubbornly holding on to the old one. She’d called her boss, organized for less than two weeks’ vacation time, and then given them no reason to believe she was interested in staying.
Her attitude was disconcerting to say the least. Whatever was going on inside her head it didn’t bode well for their future. The worst part was that he couldn’t understand why she would want to go back to her old life. Her sister was here. Her mates were here. She had several choices jobwise. Even the pixie queen had told her that she was destined for more than the mediocre life she’d led up until now.
Jennifer rolled onto her back, her quiet huff of annoyance rather loud in the silent house.
“Can’t sleep?”
She shook her head. “Maybe Emmallina doesn’t want to come back,” she said with a worried expression. “The amount of information I absorbed last time might be a real issue for her. They killed one Oracle—apparently with her husband’s approval—for wanting to pass her knowledge to humans. What would the king of the pixies do if he discovered his wife had passed the information along to me?”
“Benjamin has no intention of reporting anything you said to the Ruling Body. The fewer people who know what you know, the better and the safer you and Emmallina will be.”
“Safer? Yup that’s me. Play it safe.”
“Why?” Adam asked as he, too, gave up trying to sleep.
She sighed quietly. “It’s not important.”
“Actually, babe, it’s very important.