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not,
Jared?”
    “ Because some things are
best left undiscovered...like Spam. Nasty stuff—that should have
remained a mystery.” He turned to his side and smiled at her
wanly.
    Mina wanted to roll her eyes at him, but he
stopped her with that haunted look of his. “I’m sorry I wasn’t
there for you that day.”
    She tensed up. It wasn’t Jared’s fault, it
was hers, but she secretly wanted to blame him for Charlie’s death,
for losing their house. But she knew that was a lie. She was to
blame. She looked up at Jared and shook her head. “No, I could have
called you, and I didn’t. It’s my fault he’s dead…no one
else’s.”
    Jared looked uncomfortable. “I was ignoring
you because you had been ignoring me. So I purposely tuned out your
emotions. I didn’t know something was wrong until you fell. I
almost didn’t get there in time. I didn’t know about Char…about
what happened till after…”
    “ You caught me, didn’t
you?”
    He nodded. “I carried you to the alley by
the ambulance and left you there. I’m sorry. I was still
angry.”
    “ You should have stayed
with me. Not left me and my family alone on the worst night of my
life. I thought you’d abandoned me.”
    Jared leapt off the couch and stood within
inches of her, his breath warm and sweet upon her face.
    “ I would never abandon
you. I will always be there to catch you when you fall.”
    She closed her eyes and leaned into him,
being careful not to touch him…and careful to shield her heart.
    “ I’m scared to fall—I’m
scared I’m not strong enough for the tasks ahead.
    Jared’s jaw twitched with emotion. “Then I
shall teach you to fly. It’s time for you to get some answers. Pull
the sheet,” he answered.
    “ You just told me not
to.”
    “ Okay, how about this…pull
at your own risk.”
    For once she actually didn’t want to know,
but he was looking at her with such sorrow in his eyes that she
actually was becoming angry at being pitied. She yanked as hard as
she could on the sheet, and the easel almost fell over. It settled,
and Mina focused on the portrait. A man in his thirties, wearing a
brown suit and polka-dot tie, sat on a red lounge chair, facing the
artist. His hair was dark brown, and a neatly trimmed mustache
framed his nice lips. His eyes were warm and the same boring brown
as his hair. It was the same boring brown of Mina’s hair. She was
staring at a portrait of her father.

Chapter 6

     
    “ Who painted this?” she
gasped.
    “ One of the Fae. I don’t
remember which one it was, but it’s a pretty good
likeness.”
    “ Why is his picture
in this house?”
Mina asked, feeling agitated by this new discovery. “What’s it
doing here, Jared?”
    “ Haven’t you figured it
out yet? The house used to belong to your father, although he never
lived here.” She stared at him with an utter look of confusion on
her face. Jared started chuckling at her. “Okay, now I’m seeing how
lacking your training as a Grimm is. Someone should see about
that.”
    “ Yeah, why don’t you work
on that?” Mina quipped back, feeling relieved at finding out the
house didn’t belong to a serial killer. But it left way more
questions that dealt with her father and his death. She wasn’t
really ready to delve into that, so she let the plaguing questions
drop.
    Jared wiped away the tears and sat up
straight. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing at you—I just thought
you would have been smarter than that.”
    Mina was insulted and punched Jared
playfully in his arm. “I would be if you weren’t a deceitful,
pigheaded prince who plays both sides of the tales and obviously
gets enjoyment out of terrorizing me.”
    “ I like terrorizing you.
Your face turns the prettiest of colors.” Jared playfully punched
Mina back. In retaliation, she pushed him a little harder. Being a
boy, and spurred on by the challenge of a wrestling fight. Jared
whooped loudly and lunged for Mina, knocking her onto the couch.
She