POV: R. F. Jackaby
"WHAT IS THAT?" Siena yelled.
"That," I said casually, leaning down to pluck the creature from her skirts, "is a domovyk."
"A what now?"
"A domovyk." I said nothing more.
"Oh," Siena said quietly.
"But you could see it?" I asked eagerly.
She nodded.
A thrill went up my spine.
"Explain what it's like."
"Well...terrifying. My vision tunnels and all of a sudden I see this strange, weird little creature clinging to my skirts! Why didn't you tell me!?"
"As not to alarm you," I said.
Siena stared at me. "I'm already quite alarmed, Mr. Jackaby! What does this sight mean?"
I grinned slowly. "It means...I'm asking you to work with me."
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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...
