Кирстен Уайт - Paranormalcy стр 3.

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Carys.

Alisha blinked her transparent eyelids slowly.

Man, high school must be awesome. I found myself wishing I could be part of normal drama for once. Paranormal drama didnt have nearly as much kissing.

You need to check in with Raquel, Alisha prodded, her eyes still smiling.

Fine, fine. I adored Lish. She was my best friend. Once you got past the weirdness of her robovoice, she had a great sense of humor for a paranormal. Of course, unlike most of them, she was grateful to be here. Her lagoon had become so polluted it was killing her. Now not only was she safe, but she had something to do. Apparently being a mermaid is dead dull. I watched The Little

Mermaid with her once a few years agoshe thought it was freaking hilarious. She couldnt stop laughing about the shell-bra thing, given that mermaids arent mammals. Plus, as she put it, Prince

Eric was far too hairy and peach colored for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hot, but then again, I am a mammal.

Leaving my unit, I walked down the cold, sterile halls to Raquels office. We could have just done follow-up over the vid screens, but she always wants to see me in person after a job to make sure

Im okay. I kind of liked that.

I knocked once and the door slid open. The room was whitewhite walls, white floor, white furniture. Can you say boring? Raquel was a nice contrast. Her eyes were so brown they were nearly black, and her dark hair, pulled into a severe bun, was streaked with just enough gray to be distinguished without looking old. I sat, and she looked up from a stack of papers on her desk.

Youre late. Her voice had a slight Spanish accent that I loved.

Actually, Im early. I said Id need four hours; it only took me two.

Yes, but you got back almost an hour ago.

I figured Id take a little personal time as a reward for a job well done.

Raquel sighed. She was a professional sigherthe woman conveyed more emotions with a single exhalation than most people do with their entire faces. You know how important follow-up is.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry. My show was on. One of her eyebrows rose ever so slightly. You want a recap, too? Most of the paranormals didnt care about my shows, but Raquel was human.

Shed never admit it, but I was suresurethat she liked television dramas as much as I did.

No. I want you to debrief.

Fine. Walked through the cemetery. Froze my butt off. Saw the vampire. Vampire tried to attack me. Tased the vampire. Tagged the vampire. Read the vampire his rights. Sent the vampire along.

His name was Steve, by the way.

Any trouble?

Nope. Oh, wait, yes. How many times have I asked to stop working with Reth? Do we need to go for an even hundred?

He was the only available faerie transport. And if we hadnt sent him, you would have missed your show. A small smile played at her lips.

Fine, whatever. She had a point, after all. Just, could you send one of the girls next time?

She nodded. Thank you for reporting. You may return to your room. She turned her attention back to the papers. I started to leave, then paused. She looked up. Is there something else?

I hesitated. But what did I have to lose? Itd been a couple of years. Might as well ask again. I was wondering, you know, about maybeId like to go to school. Normal school.

Raquel sighed again. This was more of a sympathetic, I know what its like to be a human wrapped up in all this nonsense, but if we didnt do it, who would? kind of a sigh. Evie, honey, you know you cant do that.

Why? It wouldnt be too hard. You could just send for me whenever you need me. Its not like I have to be here 24/7. Truth was, here was kind of nowhere. The whole Center was underground.

Not much of an issue when you have access to the Faerie Paths. It did, however, lend itself well to the occasional overwhelming bout of claustrophobia.

Raquel sat back in her chair. Its not about that. Do you remember what it was like before you came here?

This time I was the one who sighed. I remembered. I had been bounced through the foster care system my whole life, until that fateful day when I was eight. Id gotten tired of waiting for my newest foster mom to take me to the library, so I decided to go by myself. I was cutting through a cemetery when a nice-looking man approached me. He asked if I needed help, and it was like he was two people at oncethe nice-looking man and a withered corpse, both there in the same place, the same body. I screamed bloody murder. Lucky for me, APCA (the American Paranormal Containment Agency) had been tracking him and stepped in before he could do anything. When I started babbling about what he looked like, they took me in.

Turns out my ability to see through paranormals glamours to what they are underneath is unique.

As in, no other human on Earth can do what I do. Thats where things got really complicated. When other countries got wind of what the APCA had, they freaked out. The UK especiallyyou wouldnt believe the level of paranormal activity they deal with there. They hammered out a new treaty, forming IPCA (the International Paranormal Containment Agency), the key items in the treaty being international paranormal control cooperation and, oh yeah, yours truly.

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