Before she could answer, Felix jumped in to demand, “Is he a vampire? If he’s a vampire, I’mreallygonna need his name. You know, for business reasons.”
Giving Sloane’s visor an exasperated look, like he was going to commiserate with her over pushy family, she answered, “His name is Sloane. He’s not a vampire. He’s more than equipped to keep me safe. I—am—fine.”
The elf in question cocked his head as he prowled closer. That robotic voice noted, “You sound like you require assistance.”
Dahlia made an interested sound on her end of the line. “Is that him? What’s up with his voice?”
Unable to handle her familyandMr. Slit-My-Throat all at once, Cecilia put up a hand to stall his approach. He froze at the entrance of the living room.
Relieved and a little nonplussed by his easy obedience, she said, “I’m getting off the phone now. I just wanted you to know I’m fine and that you shouldn’t freak out if I don’t text you back.”
“Cece, don’t you dare hang up?—”
She ended the call without preamble. Exhausted by the circus, she padded over to the frozen elf and pressed the buzzing phone into his chest as she passed him. “I’d put that on silent if I were you,” she dryly informed him. “Or maybe just throw it in the ocean.”
Accepting the phone, he asked, “Where are you going?”
Sighing, she answered, “To shower and think about my life choices, Sloane.”
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Personnel Profile:
SLOANE FORTUNER
DOB: 21 September 1917
PARENTS: Fiona Fortuner and Benedict Oliveira
DESCRIPTION:
Elf
Pale purple skin
Pale hair
Dark purple eyes
6’9”
300 lbs
BACKGROUND:
Acquired by Thaddeus II August 1923.
RECORD:
[REDACTED] confirmed kills. [REDACTED] unconfirmed. Recorded kills triple that of the entire unit.
DISCIPLINARY ACTION:
SF frequently deemed insubordinate and requiring intensive corrective measures by his superiors. “Good behavior” was deemed to be successful kills and heavily rewarded.
PSYCHOLOGICAL REPORT:
