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Chapter 45 – Creando Stateram (Samson Conrad POV) Pt.4
In the backseat of my mother's Audi, Fatima's head on my lap, I gaze at Imogen.
She's waiting patiently for my answer but all I can think of is how she knows all she does until an idea hits me. It is quick. It was as though I reached out and only caught the dust left behind. I only remember a few words to work with since I wasn't aware where my mind was going.
A feeding Fae – fear – Imogen.
"If Cynthia is a feeding Fae," I start softly, out loud. I shake my head, no. That's not it, I turn the three words over again. Until finally I piece it together. "Aren't you afraid she'll feed on you?"
Imogen snorted, but it was humorlessly done.
"Shouldn't you be asking if Cynthia is a feeding Fae, who has she been feeding on since she's gotten to Bend?"
"How do they feed?" I question, "Is it like – you said she knew Fatima had power since she touched her?"
Imogen and Luca both share a look that is unreadable to me at first. It was as though they were now deciding something. But all that told me was that whatever Imogen was hiding, or did not want to tell me, Luca was in on it already. He did not seem surprised at anything Imogen had said so far.
"Wait!" she hasn't even answered before I ask another question. "Does feeding kill the host?"
"There are two ways to feed, one is by contact, and the other is proximity."
"Doing it by contact means you have to physically touch the person, proximity is harder to do but better in terms of remaining concealed. Faith said Cynthia lived in Portland but was here now. Bend only has about eighty thousand people but Portland is over half a million. Let's say Cynthia needs to feed... she goes to an elementary school playground furthest from her home and she can feed on children playing outside during recess. Doing it over a larger group means she takes less from an individual."
"Why does it have to be kids?" I scowl.
Her grimace grows, "Because they have the purest auras."
How the hell does she know this?
Unless... I eye Luca for a brief moment, focusing on Imogen. "How – how do you do know this Imogen?" the silence in the car drags on, and I just shake my head.
"Drive," I order monotone. I tune Luca and Imogen out, and listen only to Fatima's heartbeat. It is not back to normal just yet. Still much faster than normal. Imogen turns in her seat facing forward, and only a few beats later Luca pulls back onto the road leading to my house.
Emotions inside are chaotic. But my thoughts are messy too.
I cannot seem to stop asking what Lydia was thinking? I mean Imogen gave me an option but why would Lydi just listen blindly to Cynthia? I also was under the impression that dad had only let Leslie, Lydia and Lia see Danny and Cynthia one time.
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Werewolf"Her name isn't Sophie, I lied, her name is Fatima Safiya Ashlynn - I thought she would die where I left her."
