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I started upright in my chair, and then slammed my notebook on the table, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. I was about to say something to explain myself, but the man cut me off. “You have three bottles of five-hundred-year old wine, a closet full Teen Sex of lingerie, Big Tits and a hidden door in your back room,” the man said, staring levelly at me, cocking his head as he listened, “and behind the hidden door, is-” “Stop!” I screamed, feeling my heart race, “Don’t you say another fucking word!” “…your daughter,” the young man finished, “combing her hair and looking out of a one-way window.” I stared at the man in disbelief as I subtly reached beneath the desk and grasped the stock of the crossbow riveted to the bottom of the tabletop. “I bet you can see this, too.” I whispered, aiming the bolt at the man’s crotch. “I can’t see anything,” the man said, “it’s my sister who scouted the place while you searched me.” “Where is she?!” I hissed, “Is she with my daughter?!” “She’s actually sitting on top of your head, trying desperately to punch you before you shoot me in the balls,” the man responded, his voice wavering in fear, “if my promise it worth anything to you, Tera, I promise I won’t tell anyone about your daughter.” I tensed my finger on the trigger, weighing my options in my head. The people of Towerhead barely tolerated me, and if they found out I had bred, I had no doubts about what they’d do to me and my daughter. But if I killed this boy, people would ask questions. Death is commonplace in Towerhead, but murder isn’t. A missing boy, last seen walking down my nice ass path? I might as well tie myself to a stake and light the match. I eased my finger off the trigger, and solo girl sat back, but kept my hand resting on the stock. There were two possibilities with this young man: either he’d possessed an astral being and named it his sister, or… well, that was the only option, really, because the alternative was impossible. Nearly impossible, anyway. Those legends are older than I am, and I’m five-hundred years old. That age has passed, Hot Babes and that magic is dead; dead and gone forever. I mean… I couldn’t be sitting in front of a god, right? “OK, boy,” I said, looking at him sharply, “where are you keeping the gemstone?” “The gemstone?” he asked. “That’s how you captured the astral being, isn’t it?” I replied, “The charm on the doorway should have detected it though, so you couldn’t have brought it with you.” I looked the young man over, running through the options in my head, “…though you wouldn’t need a gemstone if you’re really an elf. Hmm… no pointed ears, and your eyes aren’t the right shade of blue… the freckles certainly don’t fit…wrong shade of blonde, too…” “I uh…” the young man said, shifting nervously, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Nymphs don’t need gemstone’s either,” I mused, feeling my options dwindling, “but you certainly aren’t one of those… OK, I give up; how did you capture the astral being without a gemstone?” “Like I said,” the young man replied, looking very nervous, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have a gemstone, and I don’t know what an astral being even is.” I leaned forward, staring intently at him as my finger twitched against the trigger of the crossbow. Something clearly alerted him to the danger he was in, because he flinched as my hand angled into the firing position. “An astral being is a force a nature,” I said, searching for recognition in his eyes, “it’s what makes magic work. There are thousands of types of astral beings, and more than a few of them can give the user the power to snoop around my fucking house.” “I’m being honest with you,” the young man said, his shaking voice barely a whisper, his body visibly trembling, “please, let me go.” It was at this point that I noticed the crotch of her panties was soaking wet and I realized the poor girl had peed on herself when she died. 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