I think Detective Orrick Sterling could have used this guy’s help!
Here’s what can happen when you try to catch a fay.
He needed a break in this case. There was nothing he hated more than a cold-blooded killer. The victims had all been strangled, but from the coroner’s report, the strangling was happening post-mortem. The murderous fay was probably feeding off the human’s souls and trying to make it look like a serial strangler was catting around killing people.
This fay was good. So far, no evidence was left behind other than a miniscule trace of fay dust. Not about to give up, Orrick ran the beam of light over a larger area. Just outside of the room, the light shone on something golden. He walked over and slid the item out from under its hiding place beneath a three-tiered plant stand.
He spoke the magical words again. A grin curled his lips as he stood. While the button continued to glow, someone entered the room. Surprise transformed his face. The prettiest, most delicate fay female he’d ever seen stood before him. Dark gold hair danced over her glittery, light-golden shoulders. Her skin was mesmerizing. If he’d been into females, he would have been instantly ready to ride her.
She waltzed over and snatched the button from his hand. “That’s mine.” A fine-boned finger tapped her delicate chin as she looked him over. “You know too much. I can’t have the cops on my tail. Sorry.”
Orrick had the feeling that she really was sorry. That feeling didn’t help him out though. Her hand reached up and rested on his cheek. His jaw muscles relaxed and she started repeating a few words over and over. He wanted to push her away, but his muscles refused to cooperate.
Thunderstruck, he realized that his gaze was snared by hers.
Pain pounded through his head as he felt his body start to weaken.
The Detective’s Vampire Mate