the spot wherever we’re sent, and only when lives have been or are threatened. The only ones we bring back here regularly are those who haven’t taken lives, but can’t be released until we can send them home or they learn to cope in our world. The one exception is when we need to incarcerate a dangerous rogue because we need information, but he wouldn’t be kept with the others.”
“So . . . Block R isn’t like death row?”
“No. Are some of our guests lethal? Yes. But we feel the ones there now can be reached, with time. Which brings me to your question before—I haven’t hired anyone specifically to work with them because none of the candidates whose names have been sent to me by my commander have been quite right for the job. It’s not like we can put an ad in the paper.”
Kira went quiet for a few moments, then asked, “Would it be possible for me to combine my duties in the lab with taking care of them? I could work on gaining their trust.”
Nick smiled, looking extremely pleased. “I have a feeling you’ll be good for them. Spend today getting oriented around the compound and you can start tomorrow. Just be sure to take one of the team with you, for safety reasons, until you make some headway. Take Zander or Aric—”
“I’ll go with her,” Jaxon said gruffly. Like hell was Aric going to spend more time alone with her than necessary.
Kira nodded at him before addressing Nick again. “What about the pretty guy with the wings? Why is he locked up? He seemed so sad. He looked malnourished and cold, too.”
The plea in her voice got to Jaxon. There was so much she didn’t understand, and the woman had a big, soft heart that had already gotten her into trouble twice.
Nick sighed. “We call him Blue for obvious reasons, because we can’t get him to tell us a name. He’s never spoken, but we know he’s highly intelligent. We captured him in Ireland after getting an emergency call a few weeks ago that something resembling an angel was running amok in a village, causing quite a stir. By the time we arrived, he’d gone into hiding, but we found him, thinking that bringing him in would be relatively easy compared to some of the weird stuff we’ve dealt with.”
“He certainly appears harmless enough.”
“Doesn’t he? Well, that ‘pretty angel’ rendered half the team unconscious with a single wave of his hand. Fortunately, the other half used their Psy powers to subdue him before he could do more damage.”
She frowned. “But he only knocked your men out, causing no permanent harm. Right?”
“Yes, and once we got him here, we thought he was calm enough for us to let him go. We wanted him to realize he had a safe haven here. Instead, he tried to bolt and put up quite a fight. Wasn’t as easy the second time to subdue him. He’s fought us ever since, and we had no choice but to lock him up for his own safety.”
“What about food? Clothing and bedding?”
“He won’t eat. He’s become increasingly despondent and a few days ago things finally reached a breaking point.”
“What do you mean?”
Jaxon said quietly, “He used the chain on his collar to try and hang himself.”
“Oh my God!” she cried. “Poor thing. That’s why there’s nothing in his cell—so he can’t use anything else to try it again.”
“I’m afraid so,” Nick confirmed. “His wrists are bound for that reason, but the silver mesh gloves prevent him from tossing spells at us. Or whatever he does.”
Kira slumped back in her chair, clearly upset. “There must be a way to reach him.”
“You’re welcome to try. Just be careful.”
“What type of being is he?”
Jaxon answered. “Best we can figure, given his physical characteristics, powers, and the fact that he was found in Ireland? Possibly Fae.”
“Fae . . . as in a faery?” Her eyes widened.
“Yep. Specifically Seelie, because of his physical beauty and his unwillingness to do us any real harm, which are typical traits of
“So . . . Block R isn’t like death row?”
“No. Are some of our guests lethal? Yes. But we feel the ones there now can be reached, with time. Which brings me to your question before—I haven’t hired anyone specifically to work with them because none of the candidates whose names have been sent to me by my commander have been quite right for the job. It’s not like we can put an ad in the paper.”
Kira went quiet for a few moments, then asked, “Would it be possible for me to combine my duties in the lab with taking care of them? I could work on gaining their trust.”
Nick smiled, looking extremely pleased. “I have a feeling you’ll be good for them. Spend today getting oriented around the compound and you can start tomorrow. Just be sure to take one of the team with you, for safety reasons, until you make some headway. Take Zander or Aric—”
“I’ll go with her,” Jaxon said gruffly. Like hell was Aric going to spend more time alone with her than necessary.
Kira nodded at him before addressing Nick again. “What about the pretty guy with the wings? Why is he locked up? He seemed so sad. He looked malnourished and cold, too.”
The plea in her voice got to Jaxon. There was so much she didn’t understand, and the woman had a big, soft heart that had already gotten her into trouble twice.
Nick sighed. “We call him Blue for obvious reasons, because we can’t get him to tell us a name. He’s never spoken, but we know he’s highly intelligent. We captured him in Ireland after getting an emergency call a few weeks ago that something resembling an angel was running amok in a village, causing quite a stir. By the time we arrived, he’d gone into hiding, but we found him, thinking that bringing him in would be relatively easy compared to some of the weird stuff we’ve dealt with.”
“He certainly appears harmless enough.”
“Doesn’t he? Well, that ‘pretty angel’ rendered half the team unconscious with a single wave of his hand. Fortunately, the other half used their Psy powers to subdue him before he could do more damage.”
She frowned. “But he only knocked your men out, causing no permanent harm. Right?”
“Yes, and once we got him here, we thought he was calm enough for us to let him go. We wanted him to realize he had a safe haven here. Instead, he tried to bolt and put up quite a fight. Wasn’t as easy the second time to subdue him. He’s fought us ever since, and we had no choice but to lock him up for his own safety.”
“What about food? Clothing and bedding?”
“He won’t eat. He’s become increasingly despondent and a few days ago things finally reached a breaking point.”
“What do you mean?”
Jaxon said quietly, “He used the chain on his collar to try and hang himself.”
“Oh my God!” she cried. “Poor thing. That’s why there’s nothing in his cell—so he can’t use anything else to try it again.”
“I’m afraid so,” Nick confirmed. “His wrists are bound for that reason, but the silver mesh gloves prevent him from tossing spells at us. Or whatever he does.”
Kira slumped back in her chair, clearly upset. “There must be a way to reach him.”
“You’re welcome to try. Just be careful.”
“What type of being is he?”
Jaxon answered. “Best we can figure, given his physical characteristics, powers, and the fact that he was found in Ireland? Possibly Fae.”
“Fae . . . as in a faery?” Her eyes widened.
“Yep. Specifically Seelie, because of his physical beauty and his unwillingness to do us any real harm, which are typical traits of
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