LANCE
The more Ava imposed these questions, the more I'm convinced something is really wrong with my current arrangement. Dad should've known about the Faery base here. Didn't he say it himself? He was once a slave brought here from the magical realm.
And he was imprisoned… they offered the killing and stealing the identity of the mortal they murdered condition. That should mean he knows the place. It's in Chicago. I looked down at the wave of people gathering around to see what's up. To gossip for a new murder in town.
"Why did you kill those two men earlier?" I asked Ava. She showed me her knife. It's dripping wet alright. A while ago it's red and the stench of flesh is real. Now it's murky green and the foul smell of rotten dump pulsates.
"What the hell? This is an Auf's blood isn't it?" I took the knife from her hand. Raised it against the bulb a few feet from us.