Part 15
Rhea tapped her fingers impatiently, sitting in the lounge of the crumbling old house, waiting for Brandon to come back. She didn't know why she was so anxious to find out about Juliana. Maybe she just wanted to make sure there was no threat and she was overreacting.
"Well that was a complete waste of time," Brandon snorted stamping in and dropping on the couch next to her.
Rhea frowned. "She didn't tell you anything?"
Brandon sighed heavily. "Not a damned thing."
Rhea sighed. So far none of her Night World contacts had managed to provide her with any information on Juliana they didn't really know. The girl was supposedly seventeen. Her parents had been killed in a road accident, leaving her a considerable fortune to live on. No brothers or sisters, no criminal record, no hospital record, nothing to tell them any deeper.
"What the hell do you think you're playing at?" A cold blast blew into the living room, followed by Serefina, her blue eyes glowing with anger and fury.
Brandon frowned a little, not flinching. Rhea didn't understand how he could be so calm. "What'd you mean?"
Serefina grabbed him, hauling him to his feet. "The boy in the diner?" she hissed into his face.
Brandon glared back at her defensively. "That wasn't my fault!" he protested?
Rhea frowned. Brandon's powers were spinning out of control again? His Powers were the most dangerous, apart from Serefina herself. "What boy?"
"Aurora just called. Apparently there's an uproar going on in town tonight because a boy in the burger bar mysteriously dropped dead after a fight with his girlfriend," Serefina said, tossing Brandon aside as if he were merely a crumpled piece of paper.
Rhea felt no sympathy for him as he picked himself up, grumbling under his breath.
"I girl said 'I wish you were dead'. It wasn't like I did it deliberately." His tone was still defensive.
"Did the girl see?" Serefina asked, her mouth pursed in a frown.
"If you mean the girlfriend no, she was already gone. Nobody from the diner put two and two together." Brandon sounded smug about that.
"And Juliana?" Rhea asked. That wiped the smirk off his fae at least.
Brandon sighed. "I don't know."
Rhea collapsed back in the chair she had been sitting on. Great. The girl probably already thought they were more than a little weird. And this wouldn't help them find anything out about her.
"You blew it," Serefina snapped, annoyed.
Brandon remained silent, shoving his hands in his pocket, a sullen expression marring his handsome face.
"You've got *one* more chance," Serefina said finally. "Find me something concrete on this Juliana person. Or I'll have to punish you." And she was gone in a whirl of gold and darkness.
"What?" Brandon snapped.
Rhea didn't say anything. Mainly because she couldn't think of anything to say.
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Rhea tapped her fingers impatiently, sitting in the lounge of the crumbling old house, waiting for Brandon to come back. She didn't know why she was so anxious to find out about Juliana. Maybe she just wanted to make sure there was no threat and she was overreacting.
"Well that was a complete waste of time," Brandon snorted stamping in and dropping on the couch next to her.
Rhea frowned. "She didn't tell you anything?"
Brandon sighed heavily. "Not a damned thing."
Rhea sighed. So far none of her Night World contacts had managed to provide her with any information on Juliana they didn't really know. The girl was supposedly seventeen. Her parents had been killed in a road accident, leaving her a considerable fortune to live on. No brothers or sisters, no criminal record, no hospital record, nothing to tell them any deeper.
"What the hell do you think you're playing at?" A cold blast blew into the living room, followed by Serefina, her blue eyes glowing with anger and fury.
Brandon frowned a little, not flinching. Rhea didn't understand how he could be so calm. "What'd you mean?"
Serefina grabbed him, hauling him to his feet. "The boy in the diner?" she hissed into his face.
Brandon glared back at her defensively. "That wasn't my fault!" he protested?
Rhea frowned. Brandon's powers were spinning out of control again? His Powers were the most dangerous, apart from Serefina herself. "What boy?"
"Aurora just called. Apparently there's an uproar going on in town tonight because a boy in the burger bar mysteriously dropped dead after a fight with his girlfriend," Serefina said, tossing Brandon aside as if he were merely a crumpled piece of paper.
Rhea felt no sympathy for him as he picked himself up, grumbling under his breath.
"I girl said 'I wish you were dead'. It wasn't like I did it deliberately." His tone was still defensive.
"Did the girl see?" Serefina asked, her mouth pursed in a frown.
"If you mean the girlfriend no, she was already gone. Nobody from the diner put two and two together." Brandon sounded smug about that.
"And Juliana?" Rhea asked. That wiped the smirk off his fae at least.
Brandon sighed. "I don't know."
Rhea collapsed back in the chair she had been sitting on. Great. The girl probably already thought they were more than a little weird. And this wouldn't help them find anything out about her.
"You blew it," Serefina snapped, annoyed.
Brandon remained silent, shoving his hands in his pocket, a sullen expression marring his handsome face.
"You've got *one* more chance," Serefina said finally. "Find me something concrete on this Juliana person. Or I'll have to punish you." And she was gone in a whirl of gold and darkness.
"What?" Brandon snapped.
Rhea didn't say anything. Mainly because she couldn't think of anything to say.
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