“And this is where you will be sleeping.” The boy made a sweeping gesture through the open doorway which led into a black, cramped room.

“Black walls?” The girl in rope handcuffs, muttered.

“Black is the natural color of a Dealer. I’m just helping you embrace it.” He smiled tightly and pushed her gently into the room.

“I still don’t get why you want me.” She said in a whisper as she stood in the room, staring at the boy with her bright grey-green eyes.

He gave a bark of laughter, “Don’t play stupid. It doesn’t suit you. Anyone within twenty feet of you can tell you’re not an average 10 year old. Your eyes are too bright, your face too serious, and your mouth is set in a disapproving frown.”

“Fine. I’ll say exactly what I’m thinking. I hate you and your clan. I don’t want to be a Dealer, especially not your Dealer.”

“Well, I can’t have you growing up to be a detective. Can’t have any of my family on the wrong side of the law. Consider this protection from future family problems. Sleep tight, cousin.”