Dalton angled a knowing look at the agent. Extensive experience with the supernatural was part and parcel of being a member of the Exchange if his old friends in the New York cohort were any indication. Several had grown up in it, he knew, but plenty had found themselves thrust into it, the veil lifted and their ignorance no longer shielding them. It would be interesting to find out which one counted for Agent Dune, but that was not the subject of their meeting. Dalton was mindful of remaining on track, even if he wasn't going to be some stuffy ritualist who couldn't see beyond their own nose.
“And your future, no doubt,” he said lightly, a wry smile settling along his lips. A good and a bad thing, knowing curses. “Are there any wants or needs you have in mind, regarding the enchantment for your arm?”
“And your future, no doubt,” he said lightly, a wry smile settling along his lips. A good and a bad thing, knowing curses. “Are there any wants or needs you have in mind, regarding the enchantment for your arm?”