Page 4 of Pixie Problems
He shook his head, smirking. “It was the obvious next question.”
“Well, we can't all be perfect.”
He laughed, and then sobered. “Miss Hart—”
“Dice, please.”
He nodded. “Dice, I can register your restraining order against Hux and his pack here and get the ball rolling on that. It should be finalized by the end of today.”
My eyes widened. It had taken weeks to get the restraining order back home.
He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. “It's a small town, and I know just about everyone.”
“Including the mayor?”
“Well, as to that, we don't have a mayor. We have the Pacific Northwest Council, and they have an appointed person who handles the more mundane legal and business issues for the town. The council handles all issues that are directly related to paranormals.”
I frowned. “Mine is both legal and directly paranormal seeing as how I have a whole pack of coyotes on my tail.”
He nodded. “Yeah, so you'll need to go before the council. They have a meeting tonight.”
I was not at all looking forward to that.
The sheriff's gaze was compassionate. “I know. It's not anyone's idea of fun. But by bringing this trouble to their town, the council needs to know. Besides, you need them on your side. The council is made up of some of the strongest paranormals in the PNW. Powerful paranormals on your side can only be a good thing.”
Well, when he put it like that...
I sighed. “Okay. What time and where do they meet?”
“Our Municipio is a few blocks over, and they meet at eight.”
I raised my eyebrows at the foreign sounding name. Was that Italian?
He smirked. “One of our founders is old enough to be from old-world Italy.”
Ah. Got it. Probably a vampire.
I didn't have a problem speaking in front of people, I was just cranky from the long drive, the countless sleepless nights, and the sky-high stress levels lately. I had been looking forward to getting a hotel room, showering, and sleeping for 48 hours.
No joke. I was exhausted.
“Okay. I'll be there.”
Finn shuffled some paperwork around, looking for a form, and then called in his perky secretary when he couldn't find it. We'd somehow missed her on the way in. “Yes, sir?”
“I need a DV-600 form, please. I thought I'd grabbed one, but it's not here.”
The buxom blonde blinked. “Oh, I cleaned your desk off for you earlier.”
I could tell Finn was irked by this, but he maintained a polite and respectful smile. “Lucky, I appreciate your initiative, but I asked you not to do that anymore. I keep my desk the way I like it. I know where everything's at.”
I eyed the desk in question. It didn't seem particularly messy and disorganized to me, but for all I knew that was because Lucky had attacked it earlier.
Lucky's perky smile dimmed, and I could tell Finn felt like he'd just kicked a puppy. I studied Lucky, trying to figure out what she was. There was something . . . She wasn't sick, that much was clear, but there was this kind of chaotic energy in her core that I'd never seen before. I was trying to puzzle it out when Lucky gave Finn the form, and quietly closed the door behind her, her shoulders drooping.
“She's the granddaughter of a leprechaun. Leprechaun's have amazing luck, which is really due to a magnetic force in their DNA that essentially rearranges the universe so that everything turns out aces for them, but Lucky . . .”
He clearly didn't know how to finish that sentence, but I thought I understood the chaotic energy now. “Isn't so lucky. The magnetic force inside of her does the opposite of what it should.”
