“Please try not to bring attention to yourself.” Jason warned me swiping his key-card getting us into the building.

 

The security to the Dunbar Facility was ridiculous. There were armed officers in front of the building and two officers with rifles standing at the entrance inside. They even had one posted next to the most unwelcoming desk I’d ever seen. 

 

“Please place your chin on the plate.” The receptionist smiled pointing to the eye scanner. “I’ll need your fingerprint and a sample of your blood before we can allow you back into the labs.”

 

“My blood?” I asked trying not to blink as the blinding light flashed scanning my retina. 

 

“The research we do isn’t safe for those with weak immune systems,” she said pricking the tip of my forefinger with a small cylindrical device. “I’m sure you understand.

 

“Of course.” I lied. 

 

I knew the blood collection had nothing to do with my well being. Jason already warned me that they were checking for creatures and fae. Adding new specimens was high on their to-do list just as much as recapturing an old one. I just prayed that the glamour would hold until we got what we came for.

 

My bones ached as the radiation seeped through me. The body scanner was the hardest thing for me to fool. It took my full concentration to conceal my wings in person and on that blasted screen. 

 

“Ma’am, could you raise your arms higher?” The security guard asked as he waved a coworker over. He pointed to the screen and the woman looked over the monitor shaking her head.

 

“Check your cables. There’s nothing wrong with this poor girl besides you making her stand like a fool.” The female security guard scolded him. “You’re free to go ma’am, I’m sorry for the delay.” 

 

I grabbed my oversized purse from the conveyor belt. I had been sure to leave nearly nothing in it besides a book and my cellphone. I didn’t want to give them any excuse to have to go through my bag.  

 

“Girl, you’re magic.” Jason teased as we waited for the elevator.

 

“I was magic. I’m not sure I have much left after that.” I rested my head on his shoulder. “I haven’t had to project this much glamour in a long time.”

 

“How long do you think it’ll hold?” He asked as we stepped into the empty lift.

 

“Under thirty for sure.”

 

“Don’t worry,” Jason said, setting an alarm on his watch.“We’ll be out before that.”

 

The deeper we went into the sub basements the woozier I became. I could feel the iron surrounding the elevator. I needed to be outside in the sun, near the sea to regain my energy. Jason was worried, though he didn’t verbalize it, I knew by how close he held me.

 

“I’ll manage.” I promised.

 

“I know my love,” he kissed the top of my head. “You always do.” 

 

Halogen lights illuminated the nauseatingly sterile hallway of the sub basement. The white paint glittered, pushing me to the center of the hall. Jason held onto my arm keeping me grounded so we wouldn’t alert the guards diligently watching us.

 

“Did they mix salt with the paint?” I asked nearly tripping over my feet.

 

“Salt and iron flakes.” He told me quietly. “They want to pin all fae to the ground.” 

 

“They can pin their iron somewhere else.” I said bitterly. “If they’d just leave us alone we wouldn’t fucking be here.”

 

Bells were ringing but they were at a nearly inaudible pitch to me. It was a blessed side effect I gained after five years of torture from this place. I didn’t want to think about those who were on the other side of the iron doors. They had been weakened to the point of putty. The guards knew that without any natural elements to heal the fae, there was no need to worry about anyone fleeing. As a precaution they still had a daisy chain hang from each door knob.

 

I wish there was another option on how to get back the amulet. For sixty years I had avoided recapture only to willingly walk through their doors. Jason’s blood contained enough human dna to fool Dunbar’s system but he couldn’t stay at one facility for long. His graceful aging would always raise suspicion. 

 

“What’s this?” I asked stopping at a bulletin board. There were laminated cards with names printed on them. “Are they tracking families?”

 

“Layla,” Jason tugged on my arm. “We have to go.”

 

I grabbed three cards off the board and shoved them into my purse. “Why didn’t you say anything?” I did my best not to shout at him.

 

“This,” he pointed at me. “This reaction right here is why I didn’t tell you.”

 

I could feel my skin heating up. I couldn’t allow myself to snap or I’d lose my glamor. “Those families have children. Tell me you’ve warned them.” 

 

“I can tell you that no one has gotten hurt,” he said quietly. 

 

“If we get out of here, I’m killing you.” I fumed.

 

Jason laughed. “Whatever makes you sleep better at night.” 

 

“Yeah your head on a pike.” 

 

It felt like we walked a mile before getting to the tenth set of doors. I was insulted that there wasn’t a daisy chain waiting, but why would there be, I was on the outside. Keep calm I told myself as Jason cracked the door open. Dust flew in the dim light, nothing had been moved since I escaped. A stack of books laid on the nightstand waiting to be cracked open next to a half empty cup of coffee.  My vanity desk was left undisturbed. I was so certain that one of the orderlies would have stolen the silver brushes or pearl earrings I had left behind. 

 

“Please still be here.” I whispered opening my jewelry box. Inside the velvet lined box laid a rosary that my grandmother, Mimi, had given me at the turn of the century. It was the only thing she brought back from visiting the Vatican. A hand painted, cracked image of the Virgin Mary looked up at me, and though it had yellowed with age it was still beautiful. Each of the six sapphire stones, intended for the Our Father prayer, had been collected from sacred fae grounds. My ancestors found it safer to keep our traditions close by mincing those of whatever religion were prevalent. 

 

Jason stared wide-eyed at me. “Don’t tell me that we’re risking our lives for a necklace. I could have sent someone down to collect it.” 

 

“You know it’s not just a necklace. Mimi protected the talisman from anyone that wasn’t family.” I reminded him, lowering the delicate chain over my head. With the rosary safely on my body, I started to search through the dresser drawers, only finding my dated clothes. “Shit, the album is missing.”

 

Instinctively Jason slid his hand along the edge of the dresser. My dresser. The dresser he spent the last 150 years of our marriage carving intricate knots work into. I learned a long time ago to let go of anger when it came to losing my possession to whoever hunted us.  With a pop, the side panel eased open. He knelt down, shoving his hand into the crevasse and pulled out a weathered booked. “Not missing, just in a safe place.” 

 

I clutched the album to my chest pressing the rosary deep into my skin. I could feel the power of the prayer stones radiated through my body.. Hundreds of years of spells and magic had been sealed into its pages only to be unlocked those born of the Morrison bloodline.

 

“Oh shit.”  My wings unveiled dropping to the ground. The glamour had worn off faster than I expected. In the hazy mirror I watched my blonde hair return to its natural rose gold as my blue eyes faded to violet. It was only a matter of time before the glamour masking my blood disappeared setting off the alarms.

 

“Jesus Layla,” He threw his jacket over my shoulders. “You need to give me a heads up.”

 

I spun on my heels dropping the album into my purse. “I didn’t do it on purpose,” taking in a deep breath I gagged on the scent of blackberries. “There’s too many poisons. I can’t fight them anymore.” 

 

“I don’t think my magic is strong enough for both of us.” Jason looked down the hall and saw the flashing red light. “ I don’t see any guards yet, maybe it’s a false alarm.”

 

“False alarm? When has that ever happened? ” My heart pounded so hard that the rosary vibrated on my chest. “I can’t be trapped here again, I’ll die.”

 

“Layla,” Jason kissed my fingers drawing me into. “I need you to think. How did you get out of escape before?”

 

Escape, escape, he’s right, I’ve done this before.

 

But that was sixty years ago when this room was just a room with a locked door. Not a max security fairy penitentiary.  I needed to get control of myself if I wanted to be of any use. I escaped from this hell hole before and I would do it again.  

 

I hated when he was right. 

 

Peeking my head out into empty the hall, it gave me a moment to regroup, even though I could hear the boots stomping towards us. 

 

“We need to get to the stairs.” I told him shoving his jacket back into his arms. I ran back into the room stripping off my blouse and pants. “If they close the door on us in here we’ll never get out.”

 

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He asked.

 

I shoved my clothes into my purse and found a lace slip dress hanging in the closet. Quickly dropped it over my head. Digging my fingers into my hair I shook out my curls trying to make myself  look as disheveled as possible. 

 

Jason’s head was still craned out the door. “Better make it quick love, there are about ten guards headed towards us.”

 

“Almost done,” I promised taking off the rosary and draping it over his head. 

 

“This is Mimi’s magic?” Jason asked, touching the talisman. “What’s this thing going to do to me?”

 

“It’s going to turn you into a guard and you’ll lead us out of here or die.” I said flipping through the album stopping once I found the picture of Mimi wearing the rosary. Hovering my hand over the picture I could hear her encatation. “Hold me close my dear and do not fear those who come beyond the grave.”

 

“Sounds like I’m going to die.” Jason interrupted.

 

“Hush.” I hissed. “Free thy body, readying the bridge of both our worlds, hail them home with their names. Join the many to one soul.”

 

Jason methodically moved his fingers around the rosary, touching each bead, calling out a different name of the deceased. “I evoke thee.”

 

I could hear the bones crunch as his face transformed from oval to round in an odd blend of his dead uncles. A bushy red beard poofed out of his chin. His jet black hair fell to the ground leaving him bald with red peach fuzz. Jason’s ears and nose were a little too big for the size of his head but thankfully the transformation didn’t alter his height. It would be hard to pass him off as an agent in an ill fitted suit.  

 

“Oh you really shouldn’t have picked so many.” I snickered. “At least no one will ever be able to recognize you.” 

 

Jason wasn’t amused. “Alright crazy, what’s next?”

 

I flitted over to him, acting as ridiculous as possible. Trying to remember the state of mind I had been in the last time a Dunbar agent drugged me. “Okay, I’m ready.” I said throwing myself into his arms.

 

“This is not going to work. We’re going to die.” Jason nearly dropped me trying to fit both of us through the door. “Can’t you just walk?”

 

“Can’t walk, drugged,” I reminded him quietly. 

 

A guard with captain stripes lead the pack of private mercenaries. “Drop the fairy,” he shouted pointing his rifle at us.

 

“Captain Cooper, I have direct orders to bring Ms. Morrison to Director Stevens.” Jason said lowering me to the ground.

 

“Ms. Morrison?” Cooper looked over to a corporal furiously typing into a tablet. “Sir-”

 

Jason interrupted. “Agent Perlman.” 

 

“Captain,” the corporal leaned in whispering. “We don’t have any record of Ms. Morrison being reentered into the system.”

 

“Agent Perlman, it looks like you’ve collected the wrong fae, simple mistake.” Captain Cooper said slowly walked around me. “The higher ups don’t usually have the most dated records.” 

 

He used the tip of his rifle to push my hair away from my face. I knew Captain Cooper, only I knew him as a much younger man. Twenty years ago Dunbar had nearly caught me. Jason and I had just moved to Chicago, hoping the city would help us blend in, but being so deep in the city made me sick.

 

We decided that during the Fourth of July holiday would be safe for us to leave. So many travelers on the road, people camping and drinking having a blast. No one would have possibly noticed a strange woman with pink hair dancing around a fire. We were wrong. Unknowingly we chose to build our fairy circle next to a group of new Dunbar recruits and Captain Cooper was an over eager recruit.

 

“Hello Ms. Morrison.” He sneered. 

 

“Goodbye Captain Cooper.” I snapped my hands up shooting a ball of light into his face.

 

“Layla! Warnings, a nudge, just give me something!” Jason yelled at me as we ran towards the stairwell. 

 

I could feel my wings fluttering back to life. “I didn’t know if it was going to work.”

 

And thank God it did. My sparkle fingers were a sorry excuse for what I could have done at full power. But it did the job. 

 

“Get them!” Cooper’s bellow echoed off the walls.

 

Jason tugged off the rosary and jammed it in my hand. “You’ll be stronger with this.” 

 

“No, they’ll recognize you.” I couldn’t give the talisman back the damage had already been done. 

 

His jet black hair was returning as he shed the bright red beard. “It’s fine, I was over filing paperwork.”

 

Jason didn’t file paperwork. Not once in his 200 years has that man ever done paperwork. Usually he’d have some other low blooded Fae as his assistant to take care of his work while he was out in the field.

 

“Jason Ferris, why am I not surprised you fuck those winged beasts.” Captain Cooper drew his pistol and fired. “I’ll hand you over to the doctors right along with her.” 

 

“We might as well die here once the resistance learns you’ve been burned.”  I yelled at him over the screams of the fae banging on their doors pleading to be freed.

 

“The resistance can suck my left nut, I’m done doing their dirty work, it’s someone else's turn to risk their lives for them.” Jason said ducking from a bullet. “Got anymore sparkles left Tinkerbell?”

 

I wasn’t sure what I had left. I clutched on tight to the rosary, feeling the power of the stones pulse through me. A loud hum reverberated throughout the hall pushing the mercenaries back. It was only a few inches but that was the confirmation that I needed.

 

“I hope they’re thinking happy thoughts.” I smiled before turning to face them. “Captain Cooper, why don’t you let your underlings go and we can play.” 

 

“Ms. Morrison-”

 

“Please, call me Layla.” I grabbed the closest daisy chain hanging from a door knob and flung it at the captain. He jumped out of the way leaving two corporal exposed. In a matter of seconds they were engulfed in a daisy cocoon. “Oh come now Captain you know this is above their pay grade.”

 

“Don’t taunt the man Layla,” Jason laughed exposing his pointed teeth. My husband’s glamour faded away allowing Captain Cooper to see who he had truly been working with for the last decade. “You never know what those filthy humans may do.” 

 

“Captain?” Called one of the corporals trapped inside the cocoon. “Captain it’s hard to breathe in here.”

 

“Bryant cut them out,” He ordered narrowing his gaze onto Jason’s gray, leathered wings. “This explains so much. The only way you could’ve out done me was being fae. I knew you would never have succeeded on your own merits.”  

 

Jason charged the captain tackling him to the ground. The two wrestled on the ground. Jason’s wings slapping Cooper in the face. Cooper caught ahold of Jason’s arm and tried to sink an arm bar but Jason picked him up and slammed him on the ground. “Cooper a child could outsmart you, you’re an idiot, just like most of your kind.” 

 

“Yet you’re arrogant enough to attack me.” Cooper sneered. “It’s ten to two. You’re odds aren’t any good freak.”

 

“You’re the one on the ground and you’re still talking shit?” Jason kicked him in the ribs. “It could be ten to one, doesn’t matter, I’m stronger.”


 

A corporal tried tossing Cooper iron cuffs but ended up hitting Jason’s leg.  

 

“Irons don’t work on halflings.” Jason hooked the chain around Cooper’s head. As pulled the chain taut across Cooper’s neck the corporals scattered. “Sacrifice your men and they sacrifice you.”  Jason taunted him.

 

“This is ridiculous.” I thought clutching the talisman tightly in my fist. The glow from the sapphires seeped through my fingers as I circled the two men wrestling. They were oblivious to how close I had gotten to them. With one firm stomp I sent a crack through the ground separating them. 

 

“Jason?” I shouted. “Are you two done having a pissing contest?” 

 

“You’re free to go Ms.Morrison,” Cooper, freed from Jason’s grasp, caught ahold of the iron chain. He wrapped it around Jason’s head and schlepped him down the hall. “The docs will have fun with this one.”

 

“Piece of shit.” I growled shoving my hand into my purse. I hated that my weakened magic relied on a book but there was no way the Captain was taking Jason.  A soft glow illuminated from the bag running up my arm. I wove the power between my finger, absorbing it into my body, before sending a burst of energy at the Captain’s chest. “Let go of my husband you piece of shit.” 

 

Cooper went flying in the air smashing into the ceiling. I let out a smaller burst of energy as he fell to the ground. He groaned and convulsed as electricity pulsed through his body.

 

"Did you really have to play with him that much?" I asked unwrapping the chain. 

 

“I didn’t think he’d be that much of a challenge.” Jason coughed. 

 

“Your cockiness is going to get you killed.”

 

“Keeping you on your toes.” Jason stole a kiss before helping me up. “Mimi had some power.” 

 

“Shut up.” I laughed at the grinning idiot. “Let’s go.” 

 

He was right, my grandmother’s book was lethal. It felt glorious radiating with so much power. 

 

“Layla what are you doing?” Jason asked as I stopped at the base of the stairs.

 

We were inches from freedom but I couldn’t leave the rest of the fae locked inside to be tortured. As the the talisman took control of me their whispers had become cries. I was beginning to feel their pain and I couldn't let them suffer any longer.

 

“Open.” I commanded the iron doors. 

 

They screeched, dragging themselves open across the dirty, yellowed linoleum floor. The mercenaries that had abandoned Captain Cooper came running from around corner weapons drawn. 

 

“We should stay.” I pleaded to Jason.

 

Their glamour had failed them long ago. Even from the stairs I would see the years of abuse as their tattered discolored skin shined brightly under the dull fluorescent light. Howls echoed through the halls bringing the mercenaries to a halt. The fae were rabib. 

 

“They’ll be fine.” He said pulling my arm. “But bring Cooper, I’m not done with him yet.”

 

“Veni,” I whispered and the unconscious Captain appeared on the stairs in front of us. “You’re carrying him.”

 

I tried not to look back as we ascended the stairs but a blood curdling cry made my head snap. The floor was already painted in blood. A fae with mutilated wings tore an arm from a mercenary.

 

I ran past Jason. “Yep, they’re good.” 

 

Sirens blared as we charged up three flights of stairs. Jason tested each door, pressing Cooper’s hand to the pad but none would unlock. 

 

 “He’s worthless.” Jason said, dropping him to the ground.

 

“Wrong hand.” Captain Cooper wheezed sliding this left hand up the wall. 

 

A blast came from down below shaking the way. A primal cry came from the basement as the carriage spilled into the stairwell.

 

“What did you do to them?” I shouted at the captain.

 

“It wasn’t me, I swear. The scientist didn’t think y'all were human.” 

 

“We aren’t.” I kicked him. 

 

Cooper scrambled trying to stand. “Take me with you.”

 

Jason grabbed his hand, shoving it on the scanner, turning the red lock green. “Cutting it off would be easier.” 

 

“Won't work,” he said with a labored breath. “It needs to be warm.”

 

Jason dragged the captain into the hall while I sealed the door shut. We ran down towards the closet window. It wasn’t far enough away for me to feel safe from the fae that pounded on the door trying to destroy the thing that stopped them. 

 

Jason grabbed a fire extinguisher and threw it at the window. It barely left a crack. 

 

“Really? It’s a max security prison you think a fire extinguisher is going to do it.” I shoved him out of the way.

 

He shrugged. “I had to try it.”

 

I brought my hands in front of my chest. Focusing all the energy into the center of my palms. I shimmering blue ball formed sending sparks between my fingers. We were too far away for me to trust myself with throwing it. Jason tried to stop me from walking up to the window. Gently placed the bomb on the glass and ran. 

 

The energy ball exploded, shattering the glass and the wall with such a force that it sucked us out with the debris. The ground came quick being only four floors up didn’t give us enough time to unfurl our wings. 

 

Jason pulled from a bush. “You okay my love?”

 

Though I was covered cuts and my wings had been pierced, we were free. “Never better.” I smiled.

 

Jason found the disoriented wobbling away caught him. “Trust me. You don’t want to be here when they get out.”

 

We ran behind the building and to the river. The glamour I had used to mask the boat still held. With a swipe of my hand the engine roared to life. Almost instantaneously Jason had the boat untied and shoved us off into the water away from the burning Dunbar Facility.

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