Robert spoke sharply. "Bittersweet, we promised not to tell everyone, but you were the one who flew in here babbling hysterically. Did you think no one would talk? You're lucky that the princess and her men are here before the police."
She flew at him, tiny hands balled into tiny fists, and her eyes blazed with rage. She hit him. You would think that something smaller than a Barbie doll wouldn't pack much punch, but you'd be wrong.
She hit him, and I was behind him, so I felt the wave of energy that came before and around her fist like a small explosion. Robert was airborne, and pitched backward toward me. Only Doyle's speed put him between me and the falling man. Frost yanked me out of the way of both as they hit the floor.
Bittersweet turned on us, and I watched the ripple of power around her like heat on a summer's day. Her hair formed a pale halo around her face, raised by the wind of her own energy. It was the magic that kept a "human" that small alive without her having to eat multiple times her own body weight every day like a hummingbird or a shrew.
"Do not be rash," Frost said. His skin ran cold against mine as his magic woke in a skin-tingling winter's chill. The glamour that I'd used to hide us fell away, partly because to hold it with his magic coming was harder, and partly because I hoped it would help bring the small fey to her senses.
Her wings stopped, and I had a moment to see the crystal of dragonfly wings on her tiny body as she did the airborne equivalent of a human stumbling on uneven ground. It made her dip toward the ground before she caught herself and rose to eye level with both Frost and Doyle. She'd turned sideways so she could see both of them. Her energy quieted around her as she hovered.
She bobbed an awkward curtsey in the air. "If you hide yourself with glamour, Princess, then how's a fey to know how to act?"
I started to come around Frost's body, but he stopped me partway with his arm, so I had to speak from the shield of him. "Would you have harmed us if we had simply been humans who were part fey?"
"You looked like those pretend elves that the humans dress up as."
"You mean the wannabes," I said.
She nodded. Her blond curls had fallen around her tiny shoulders in beautiful ringlets, as if the power had curled her hair tighter.
"Why would human wannabes frighten you?" Doyle asked.
Her eyes flicked to him, and then back to me as if the very sight of him frightened her. Doyle had been the queen's assassin for centuries; the fact that he was with me now didn't take away his past.
She answered his question while looking at me. "I saw them coming down the hill from where my friends were ..." Here she stopped, put her hands in front of her eyes, and began to weep.
"Bittersweet," I said, "I'm sorry for your loss, but are you saying you saw the killers?"
She just nodded without moving her hands from her face, and began to weep louder, an amazing amount of noise from a being so small. The weeping had an edge of hysteria to it, but I guess I couldn't blame her.
Robert moved around her to Eric, and they held hands as Eric asked Robert if he was hurt. Robert just shook his head.
"I have to make a call," I said.
Robert nodded, and something in his eyes let me know that he understood both who I was going to call and why I wasn't doing so in this room. The little fey didn't seem to want anyone to know what she'd seen, and I was about to call the police.
Robert let us go back into the storage room that was behind the offices, but not before he had the Fear Dearg come in and sit with Eric and the demi-fey. Extra security seemed like a really good idea.
Frost and Doyle started to come with me, but I said, "One of you stay with her."
Doyle ordered Frost to do so, while he stayed with me. Frost didn't argue; he'd had centuries of orders followed from the other sidhe. It was habit for most of the guards to do what Doyle said.
Doyle let the door close behind us as I dialed Lucy's cell phone. "Detective Tate."
"It's Merry."
"You think of something?"
"How about a witness who says she saw the killers?"
"Don't tease," she said.
"No tease, I plan to put out."
She almost laughed. "Where are you, and who is it? We can send a car down and pick them up."
"It's a demi-fey, and a tiny one. She probably can't ride in a car without being hurt by the metal and tech."
"Shit. Is she going to have problems just coming in the buildings at headquarters?"
"Probably."
"Double shit. Tell me where you are and we'll come to her. Do they have a room where we can question her?"
"Yes."
"Give me your address. We're on our way." I heard her moving through the grass fast enough that her slacks made that whish-whish sound.
I gave her the address.
"Sit tight. I'll have the closest uniforms come babysit, but they won't have magic, just guns."
"We'll wait."
"We'll be there in twenty if the traffic actually gets out of the way of the lights and sirens."
I smiled, even though she couldn't see it. "Then we'll see you in thirty. No one moves in traffic here."
"Hold the fort. We're on our way." I heard the wail of the sirens before the phone went dead.
"They're on their way. She wants us to stay here even after the closest uniforms arrive," I said.
"Because they do not have magic, and this killer does," Doyle said.
I nodded.
"I do not like that the detective asks you to put yourself in harm's way for her case."
"It's not for her case. It's to keep any more of our people from dying, Doyle."