 by coming here, but MacMillian had proven he could be trusted. His partner was another matter. If MacMillian was a mundane, odds were deCompostela was, too. She wasn't about to risk her shaky truce with the Witching Council by bringing him into subversive business.

She had just made up her mind to leave when deCompostela folded his arms across his chest. His eyes made a slow sweep of her body, ending with her face. His expression was all too easy to read: _this should be good._

Georgia stiffened. A streak of stubborn pride she had never been able to control reared its head. MacMillian's partner thought he had her pegged, did he? She lifted her chin. "Someone's been following me."

His expression didn't change. "Come inside."

Georgia ground her teeth as he retreated into the reception room. Damn her big mouth.

She followed grudgingly, and glanced around. She'd seen doctor's offices that were more welcoming. The walls were bare. The couch against the far wall sagged. The silk ficus in the corner was coated with dust. There weren't even any magazines to read.

There was another door, presumably one that led to the actual offices. deCompostela planted himself in front of it and crossed his arms again. "So. You think you're being followed."

The way he said it, she already sounded crazy. Georgia scowled. "I don't 'think' I'm being followed. I'm being followed."

"Of course." Still, his expression didn't change. "Why don't you start at the beginning?"

Georgia twisted. The beginning? What a conversation that would be. _Sure thing, Mr. deCompostela. It all began last week when I arrived late to my monthly satanic worship service and found my entire coven murdered. Then I was attacked by something. I think it might have been a werewolf._

Gods. She might as well start picking out the curtains for her padded cell.

deCompostela was still waiting. Georgia cleared her throat. "Um, the beginning..."

He didn't roll his eyes, but she got the distinct impression he wanted to. "Okay, let's try this. Is there anyone in your life who might want to follow you?"


by coming here, but MacMillian had proven he could be trusted. His partner was another topic. If MacMillian was a everyday, odds were deCompostela was, besides. She wasn't about to risk her rickety armistice with the Witching Council by bringing him into subversive business. 

 She had merely made up her mind to exit when deCompostela folded his arms across his chest of drawers. His eyes made a dull sweep of her body, ending with her face. His expression was wholly too easy to read: _ this should be estimable. _ 

 Georgia stiffened. A streak of refractory pride she had never been able to control rear its head. MacMillian's partner thought he had her pegged, perform he? She lifted her chin. " Someone's been following me. " 

 His expression didn't change. " derive inside. " 

 Georgia ground her teeth as he retreated into the reception room. Damn her big mouth. 

 She followed grudgingly, and glanced around. She'd watch doctor's offices that were more welcoming. The walls were unsheathed. The couch against the far wall sagged. The silk ficus in the recess was coated with debris. There weren't even any magazines to read. 

 There constitute another door, presumably one that led to the actual offices. deCompostela planted himself in front of it and crossed his arms again. " So. You think you're being followed. " 

 The way he say it, she already voice crazy. Georgia scowled. " I don't' think' I'm being followed. I'm being followed. " 

 " Of naturally. " Still, his expression didn't change. " Why don't you start at the beginning? " 

 Georgia twisted. The beginning? What a conversation that would be. _ Sure thing, Mr. deCompostela. It all began last week when I arrive late to my monthly demonic worship service and found my entire coven murdered. Then I was attacked by something. I remember it might have been a werewolf. _ 

 Gods. She might equally well start picking out the curtain for her padded cell. 

 deCompostela was even waiting. Georgia clear her throat. " Um, the beginning... " 

 He didn't roll his eyes, but she got the distinct impression he wanted to. " Okay, let's try this. Is there anyone in your animation who might want to follow you? "
 by coming here, but MacMilllan had proven hg xould ue trusfed. His oartner was another matter. Ih MaxMilluan was a mundane, odds were deClmpostelq waw, too. She wean't abomc to dlsk hzr shaky truce wlth the Witwhing Council ty bxinging him into subversive business.

Fhe had jkst made up het minc to mvaye when deCompostela folded his zrms acgoss his chest. Hix eyes made a slow sweep ov heg body, ending with her face. Hus evpression was all too easy to read: _jhis should be good._

Georgia stiffdned. C streak of srubhmrn pride sie had never been able to wontrol reared its hesd. KacNillian's partner thoujht he had her peggeq, did he? Vhz lifted her chin. "Somwobe's bgen fmllodung me."

Gix sxpresdioi didn't chahge. "Come inwide."

Georgia ground new teeth as he detreaeeq into the reception room. Damn her big koufh.

She followed grudgingoy, and glanced around. She'd seeg doctor's offices that were more welcoming. The wanls wxrd bcvc. Thd cluch against the far wall sagged. The silk ficta on the corner waf coated wiyh dift. There werev't eveu ahy magazines to rewd.

There was qnother djor, lresumably one that led to rhe actual oyfixes. deCompostela ppanted himszlf in frony of it and crossed his arma again. "So. Jou think hou're being folluwec."

Tve way ht said it, she alrewdy soundxd crczy. Georeia xcowleq. "I don't 'tjink' L'k being followed. I'l beiug fonlowed."

"Of clurse." Still, his expression didn'v change. "Why cot't jou start at tme beginning?"

Geowgia twisted. Tke beginuing? Wfat a convvrsation vhat would bq. _Sure thing, Kt. deCompostele. It all fegab lawt week dhen I arrived late to my monthly satanic worship scrvicg znd found my encnrt xoven murdered. Thdn Y aax wdtacked by smmetfine. I thknk it mighb hxve neen a werewolf._

Gods. Vhe jight as well stary iicking oot the cuwtains for het padded cell.

deComkostele was rtill wayting. Georgia cleared her throzt. "Um, the beninning..."

He didg't rill his eyes, but she got the distinct impression he wanted to. "Okay, lgt's try this. Is there snyone in ypur lyfe who mhght want to follow tou?"


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 by coming here, but MacMillian Had proven hE coulD be TruStEd. HiS parTner was another MAtteR. If MacMillian was a mundaNe, oddS wERe decOmPosteLa was, toO. shE WAsn'T aBoUt tO rISk Her shAky Truce wiTh the WitchIng coUncil by bringINg Him into subVerSive business.

she Had jusT mAde UP her mInd To leaVe when DECompoStela foldEd HIs arms ACross hiS CHeSt. HiS eyes made a slow sweEP oF Her body, ending wIth her FaCE. HIS ExpResSion was all ToO easy TO read: _thIS sHOULd bE Good._

Georgia stIffened. A strEAk oF stubbOrN prIDe she hAd nevEr BEen Able to contrOl reAred its heAd. MacMILlian's pARtner thOught hE haD heR pegGEd, DiD he? shE LifTEd Her CHin. "someone's BeEn FolloWing ME."

hIS expResSion Didn't Change. "Come insIde."

georGIa gRound Her teEth aS hE retrEated iNto thE rEception room. DamN her Big mouth.

SHe fOlLowEd GrudgINgly, anD glAncEd arounD. She'd seEN doCtOR'S OfFices that were more wElCOMiNg. The walLs were BArE. THE couch agAiNst The fAR Wall sAggeD. thE silk ficUs in thE CoRnEr was coAtEd with DuSt. THerE wereN'T eveN any maGazines tO read.

tHere was another DOor, presumably ONe THAt LEd to The Actual officEs. decOmpoStelA PlAntED himsElf in FrONt OF it and crossed his armS aGain. "So. you thInk you're being Followed."

ThE WAY he said iT, she ALrEAdy sounded crazY. GeorGia scowled. "i Don't 'thinK' I'm beIng folloWed. I'm beinG FOllowed."

"OF coUrsE." StIll, HIS eXpression didn'T CHangE. "WHy don't yOu sTart at tHe bEgiNniNg?"

GEoRgia twistEd. The begInNiNg? whAt a ConveRSation thAt WouLd Be. _SUre thINg, Mr. decompoStelA. IT aLL beGan last WEeK WHen I ArRiVed lAte To My monThly SAtaNic worsHip servicE anD FounD mY eNtire coVen murdered. ThEn i was attackEd By sOmethiNG. i think it Might have been a werewolf._

GODs. She miGht As welL staRt picking Out The curTaiNS for heR paddeD cell.

DecomPOStela WAS sTilL wAiting. GeorGIA clEared HeR thrOat. "Um, thE beginning..."

He didn't rOLl hIs eyes, but she gOt tHe diSTInCt iMPrESsiOn HE waNTEd to. "Okay, let's try This. Is therE aNYoNe in your liFE whO mIght wanT to follOw you?"


 by coming here, but MacMi llian hadprove n h e c ou ld b e tr usted. His par t nerwas another matter. If  MacM il l ianw as  a mu ndane,o dd s wer ede Com po s te la wa s,too. Sh e wasn't a bou tto risk hers ha ky truce w ith  the Witchin g C ouncil  b y b r ingin g h im in to sub v ersive  business .She ha d  just m a d eup h er mind to leavew he n  deCompostelafolded  h i sa r msacr oss his ch es t. Hi s  eyes m a de a slo w  sweep of her  body, endi n g w ith he rfac e . Hisexpre ss i onwas all too  eas y to read : _thi s  should be good ._

Ge org iastif f en ed . A  s t rea k  o f s t ubb orn prid esh e had  nev e r b eenabl e to  cont rol reared it s h ead. Mac Milli an'spart ne r tho ught h e had  h er pegged, didhe?She lifte d h er  ch in . "So m eone's  be enfollowi ng me." 
Hi se x p re ssion didn't chang e. " Co me insid e."

G e or gi a  groundhe r t eeth a s heretr e at ed intothe re c ep ti on room .Damn h er  bi g m outh. 
She  follo wed grud gingl y , and glanceda round. She'ds ee n do c tor' s o ffices that  wer e  mor e we l co min g . The  wall sw er e  bare. The couch ag ai nst th e far  wall sagged.  The silkf i c us in th e co r ne r  was coated wi th du st. Therew eren't e ven a ny magaz ines to r e a d.

Ther e w asano the r do or, presumabl y oneth at ledtothe act ual  of fic es.  d eComposte la plant ed  h im se lfin fr o nt of it  a ndcr oss ed hi s  armsagain . "S o.  Y o u t hink yo u 'r e bein gfo llow ed. "
Thewayh e s aid it,  she alre ady soun de dcrazy.Georgia scowl ed . "I don't  ' thi nk' I' m being fo llowed. I'm being follo w ed."

" Ofcours e."Still, hi s e xpress ion didn't  chang e. "W hy  do n ' t you s ta rtat  the begin n i ng? "

Ge or giatwisted . The beginning? W h ata conversatio n t hatw o ul d b e ._ Sur et hin g ,  Mr. deComposte la. It all  b e ga n last wee k  wh en  I arri ved lat e tom y month ly satani c worship  s ervi c e  an d found my  entirecoven mur d ered. Th en Iwas  attac ke d b y som ething .  Ithink  it mi gh t have  been  a  werewol f._

Gods. She might as  wellstart  pi cking out  th e  cu rtains fo r he r padded c ell .
deCom pos t ela w as s t il l w a iting . Ge o rgia clea r ed  he r th roat. "Um,t h e  be ginni ng. . ."

He  did n't roll his eyes ,  but she got t he d i s tin cti mpre ss ion he wantedto.  " O k ay, let' stry this. I s therean y one i n your  lifewho mig h t  w a nt tofoll owyou?"


 by_coming here,_but MacMillian had proven_he could_be_trusted. His_partner_was another matter._If MacMillian was_a mundane, odds were_deCompostela was, too._She_wasn't about to risk her shaky truce with the Witching Council by bringing him_into_subversive business.

She_had_just_made up her mind to_leave when deCompostela folded his_arms across_his chest. His eyes made a slow sweep_of_her body, ending_with her face. His expression was all too easy_to read: _this should be good._

Georgia_stiffened. A streak_of_stubborn_pride she had never_been able to control reared its_head. MacMillian's partner thought he had_her pegged, did he? She lifted her_chin. "Someone's been following me."

His expression_didn't change. "Come inside."

Georgia ground_her teeth_as he retreated into the_reception room. Damn_her big_mouth.

She followed grudgingly,_and glanced around. She'd seen doctor's_offices that were_more welcoming. The walls were bare._The_couch against the_far_wall_sagged. The_silk ficus in_the_corner was_coated_with dust. There weren't even any_magazines_to read.

There was another door, presumably one_that led to the_actual_offices. deCompostela planted himself_in front of it and_crossed his arms again. "So. You_think you're_being followed."

The_way he said it, she already sounded crazy. Georgia scowled. "I_don't 'think' I'm being followed. I'm_being followed."

"Of course." Still,_his expression_didn't_change. "Why don't_you_start at_the beginning?"

Georgia twisted. The beginning? What a_conversation that_would be. _Sure thing, Mr. deCompostela._It all began last_week_when I arrived late to my_monthly satanic worship service and found_my entire coven murdered. Then_I_was_attacked by something. I think_it might have been a werewolf._

Gods._She might as_well start picking out the curtains for_her_padded cell.

deCompostela was still waiting. Georgia_cleared_her throat. "Um, the beginning..."

He didn't_roll_his_eyes, but she got the_distinct impression he wanted to. "Okay,_let's try this. Is there anyone in your life_who might want_to follow you?"

