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beautiful community an hour out of Arcata, and firmly on Earth. They had little use for the rest of Earth, or Faerie, or Volarus. Wailing Lakes was their whole world, their own world, and I... Well, I wasn't a banshee, but I grew up with my sisters. Close enough. Anyway, no one was inviting me over to their place in Volarus, and whenever I attempted to wander the streets alone I wound up in trouble. I typically limited my Volarus trips to the familiar, which amounted to FAB headquarters. It was only a block away from the abandoned house entrance.
    I stepped out of the familiar alley onto an unfamiliar street and was almost trampled by a stampeding unicorn. Its horn glinted red in the moonlight. The smell of lemons washed over me in its wake. What the hell? Unicorns never came into the city. They lived in the wilderness, loved open spaces and living in herds. A unicorn running through the city. There was a story there, and it wasn't a good one . A few seconds later, a couple of suits skidded to a halt in front of me.
    "Official FAB business! Did a unicorn just run through here?" asked the taller of the two. He had at least three feet on his partner, and a foot on me. A thick beard hung from his chin almost to his waist. The smell of cold stone and snow swirled around him. His partner smelled of fresh cut grass. A hill giant and a gnome, if my n ose served me right.
    I pointed the way the unicorn had gone and the giant dashed off, cracking a few cobblestones as he ran. I hooked the gnome's arm, aiming to satisfy my curiosity. "What the hell has a unicorn running through the street like its tail is on fire?"
    The agent watched his friend sprint away and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked eager to talk instead of continuing the chase. "Somebody thought it would be funny to dose it up with something and ride it into the city. When the drugs wore off , the unicorn lost its shit. Started impaling people. Couldn't even talk. Just made this nasty scream. Killed the asshole and all of his friends. Didn't even use its magic. Just impaled them with its horn and stomped on a few. We're just trying to get it out of the city before it does something it will regret."
    A deep, booming shout drew his attention and he dashed after his partner.
    Just another night in Volarus. It had its own charm that was for sure. I couldn't imagine living in its borders full time though. I'd been there two minutes and my senses were already overloaded.
    I continued down the street, renewing my focus on the directions Ava had given me. My clutch felt awkward under my arm. I had to squeeze it shut to get my phone and a credit card in there. Risking spilling its meager contents on the street, I pried apart the clasp and retrieved the picture Ava gave me of a cocky man with light brown hair with a hint of bronze. He smiled like he was undressing someone with his eyes. That worked for a lot of people, but I found it irritating, even in portrait. I had the strong urge to draw a tongue sticking out of his mouth or put a silly hat with flowers on him. Anything to lighten the man up. Ava hadn't told me how she knew the guy, but from the way she talked about him and his annoying good looks, I assumed him to be an ex-lover. Judging by the way she talked about the women he brought home from the club, probably a cheating ex-lover. I wouldn't be losing any sleep over stealing a book from the guy who cheated on Ava.
    A few blocks later, the sound of thumping bass told me I was nearing the club. A swarm of pixies buzzed around my head, chattering so fast I could only make out one word in ten. They were making no secret of sniffing me out. Finally one of them slowed his slurred speech enough to be intelligible. "You smell funny. What are you?" Honey perfume rolled off him like someone had just cracked open a beehive.
    "I'm a crow who's going to eat you and your pals if you don't piss off." I didn't have nearly enough patience to deal with a flight of sugar drunk