Paranormalcy (Paranormalcy 1)

I gave him a funny look. “Why would I want to leave?”

“I don't know--it just seems like you aren't very. . . happy. ”

“I'm plenty happy!” I said, frowning. “Besides, I do a lot of good. I've neutered--” He looked horrified, and I quickly corrected. “Neutralized! Like, made hundreds of vampires harmless over the last few years, identified werewolves before they could hurt themselves or others, helped track down a troll colony, and done countless other things to make the world a safer and more organized place. ” Had I just said I made the world a more organized place? Wow. Lame.

“Could you leave if you wanted to?”

I shrugged, uncomfortable with the topic. I had been pretty happy here for a long time, but ever since Reth, I'd been wondering more and more what my options were--and kind of worrying that I didn't have any. It was easier not to think about it. No one else ever brought it up, and hearing it so bluntly from Lend made my stomach clench. “I don't know. It's safer for me here. ”

“Safer for you, or safer for them?”

“Just drop it, would you? This is my job, my life. I'm fine with it. ”

He held up his hands. “Sorry. It just seems to me like you're more of a possession than an employee. ”

“They can't hold humans,” I snapped. “Under international regulations they're only allowed to detain or monitor paranormals. ”

He gave me that look again, the one he was so good at. I watched his water eyes; they were sad. “Evie, you aren't exactly normal. ”

Standing up in a huff, I gathered my magazines and pulled my mini-?video player from his hands. “At least I know what I look like. ” I stormed out of his room, furious.

Halfway down the hall I slumped against the wall, barely able to breathe. He was exactly right.

Chapter Nine

THERAPY BILLS

Stupid, stupid, stupid," I muttered as I stomped down the halls. I wasn't sure what exactly was stupid, but it seemed like a lot of things were lately. Lend, for one, with his dumb questions, making me think about stuff I'd rather not. I stopped in front of Raquel's office. She needed to believe me about Reth, do something about the command I'd given him. She still thought that faeries didn't care about humans at all. Sure, she knew the histories, how they kidnapped mortals to take to their realm and dance (yeah, it's as weird as it sounds), but since IPCA gave their faeries a named command not to, they figured it was a non-?issue now.

I knocked and the door slid open. Raquel was standing at her desk, gathering papers and looking tired and stressed out. “What is it, Evie? I'm due back in five minutes. ”

I walked in and sat down, scowling at her desk. I was all set to tell her about Reth, using as evidence the creepy comments Fehl had made about me being his, but when I opened my mouth the first thing that came out was, “What if I want to leave?”

She looked surprised. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what if I quit? What if I'm tired of doing this? What if I'm sick of stupid vampires and clueless werewolves and poltergeists and trolls and the Center? What if I'm done dealing with psychotic faeries? What if I want to go to college?”

She sat down. “Honey, where is this coming from?”

“I don't know, I'm just--You didn't answer the question. What if I left?”

“You don't want to leave. ” She looked at me with understanding, a motherly smile on her face. It pissed me off. She wasn't my mother.

“Maybe I do. What are you going to do--slap an ankle tracker on me?” I waited for her don't be ridiculous, Evie sigh. It didn't come. In fact, not only did she not sigh, she looked anxious. My eyes widened in horror. “Holy crap. You would, wouldn't you?”

She shook her head. “Don't be silly. You know I care about you, and I want the best for you. I--”

I stood. Her pause had been enough to confirm it; no amount of pretending to be my surrogate family would erase this. I really couldn't leave. Without a word I walked out, heading straight to Central Processing.

Lish was surprised to see me again. “What is up, Evie?”

“What's my classification?”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what's my classification, Lish. Look it up. Now. ”

“They only classify paranormals. You know that. ”