POV: S. A. Fletcher
"The supernatural?" I squeaked.
"Indeed, Miss Fletcher. Does that surprise you?" Jackaby asked.
I looked him up and down and shrugged as we walked together. "Not really, no, actually."
Jackaby raised an eyebrow. "Pinned me as that kind of sort, eh?"
I blushed furiously. "Well, I—"
"You're right."
I gaped at him a moment. "Oh..."
Jackaby laughed at my expression. "Close your mouth, Miss Fletcher."
I snapped my mouth shut.
"Now, come on. I'll show you my business, then you can decide if I have the right kind of adventure for you."
YOU ARE READING
His Little Doe
FanfictionSiena la Ariel Fletcher, the English daughter of a duke and duchess, runs away from home. She comes to New Fiddleham, America. And she meets quite the...peculiar man. He calls himself R. F. Jackaby. He's an investigator, but...for the abnormal. The...
