Free Blood of Centaurs: Book 12 of The Witch Fairy Series by Bonnie Lamer Page B

I lean over and give her a hug.  “You are definitely not a horrible Fairy.”
    After a brief hesitation, Tana returns the hug.  Pulling back after a moment, she says, “You truly saw my deepest, darkest secret?  I did not feel you in my mind at all.”
    “Your eyes glowed again,” Zac says now that some of the tension has left the room. 
    Even Dagda has relaxed some.  His face has lost the accusatory expression and a smile has formed on his lips.  “Obviously, my wife’s deepest secret is something to celebrate.  Will you please tell us what you saw now?”
    I shake my head.  “No.”
    “What do you mean, no?” Garren asks.
    “I mean ‘no’.  It’s not my secret to tell.”
    “It is fine.  You may tell all of us what you saw,” Tana says.   I don’t believe she actually knows what her deepest secret is.  This explains the wishy-washy walls getting to it.
    I still shake my head.  “I will tell you in private and if you want to share the information, you can.”
    “Would you like to try me, now?” Garren asks.  “I have nothing to hide.”
    I don’t need to take time to consider this.  “I don’t think it’s good that I know everyone’s deepest secret.”  To Kallen, I say, “This is another ability that’s a double edged sword.  If I see into people’s psyches every time I touch someone, I think I’ll go insane.”
    Kallen wraps his strong arms around me and kisses my forehead.  “I will help in any way I can.  Even if that means not letting anyone touch you.”
    There is a scratching at the barn door.  Garren opens it and two Tasmanian devils stroll inside.  “Took you long enough,” Taz snaps.  Garren takes a step back.  Not because he understood what Taz said.  It’s because Taz was snarling viciously as he said it.
    “These things do not have rabies, do they?” Garren asks.
    I roll my eyes.  “No, they don’t.  Taz is just surly.”
    “I spend all afternoon trying to avoid being trampled by the ass end of Centaurs and you have the nerve to call me surly?” Taz demands.
    “Yes, because you are surly at the moment.  What are you so wound up about?”
    “I am wound up because …” Taz begins but Felix interrupts him. 
    “He is wound up because it has been several hours since he has eaten,” Felix says.  “He is afraid he may have lost a pound or two of his fat cushion.”
    Taz snarls at him before turning his attention back to me.  “Prepare yourself for one hell of a bug infestation, because nobody here is speaking the truth about anything.”
    “Yeah, I gathered that already,” I say.  “Did you find anything else out?”
    Felix answers me.  “Something big is going down at the reception.  We couldn’t see who was planning it, the barn window was too high and we couldn’t get the door open.  Whoever it was didn’t say exactly what was coming, but it is supposed to kill people.”  Glancing at Taz, he adds, “All the surly ones, anyway.”
    Resting my head back against the couch, I close my eyes.  “Do I really need to go to this thing?  I already have a headache.”
    “Yes, the poor baby might break a nail if things get to o rough,” Taz grouses.  If he was closer, I’d kick him.
    “What is he saying?” Kallen asks.
    Sitting up straight again, I translate.  “Someone, and they don’t know who, is planning to do something at the reception that will kill people.”
    “How do they know this?” Dagda asks.
    “They heard it through an open barn window.”
    “Can they be a little less vague?” Garren pushes.
    “Could he be a little less of a twit?” Taz responds.  Fortunately, I am the only who understood him.  Though, he does have a valid point.
    “They’re just over a foot tall.  They couldn’t exactly peek into the window that’s several feet off the ground,” I say pertly.
    “Do they know when this is supposed to happen?” Kallen asks.  Good question.  I look at Taz expectantly.
    “Yeah,” Taz says,