Fable City by S. L. Gavyn

Author:S. L. Gavyn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, vampire, fantasy, paranormal, magic, gods, witches, werewolves, urban, djinn

Chapter Seventeen

“Getting caught on camera”

“Come on, Ash. You’re killing me here.”

“You will do as told and close your mouth while doing it.”

“Just for the record, you’re a dick.”

“Name-calling is so unbecoming of ladies.”

I laughed.

“Once more.”

“I can’t.”

“Can’t never could.”

“We’ll see if you still think that with my foot up your ass.”

“If you could properly land a kick, that statement might worry me.”

I tried to blow my bangs out of my face, but it was useless because they were completely saturated with sweat and stuck to my forehead. Ever since I got back Wednesday, Ash has switched our training to nothing but close-quarters combat. We’d used sticks, swords, boxing glove and, of course, our good ol’ hands and feet.

I felt like I had been bludgeoned to death after the first session, and now four days later, I felt even worse. He was dead set on teaching me to defend myself. I had explained that magic made this moot, and he had replied by asking me what I would do if my magic were taken away. That was ludicrous. How could someone take my magic?

“Come on, Ash. It’s Saturday. Would it kill you to give me a break?”

“You want a break? Do the move right, and I will give you one.”

“Fine. But I do this move right, and you owe me pizza. The good kind, too, not that frozen stuff you have in your refrigerator.”

He rolled his eyes. “Do the move, and I will take you to whichever pizzeria you wish.”

I tried not to react to that word, but he obviously saw through me because he rolled his eyes.

As it turned out, it took me two more hours of practicing before I could do a complete roundhouse double kick combo. The kick was designed to fool an attacker into thinking I was trying a roundhouse, which is extremely hard to land while being attacked, and instead followed up with a kick to the stomach that would give me enough time to land a few punches. I had been practicing it for days, and I was about sick of it. But he assured me it might save my life one day.

It was pretty late, but there was a pizzeria Quinn had ordered from the other night. It boasted that it stayed open later than any other in the city, and its pizza had this thick, cheesy, bacon-wrapped crust and a sauce unlike any I’d tasted before.

We had opted to take Ash’s car instead of teleporting because such public displays of magic were prohibited. Since the incident with the statue the other day, I’d been trying to stay on the straight and narrow. Ash, on the other hand, couldn’t have cared less.

As we pulled up to the front of the restaurant, I noticed the building across the street was huge and several people on the sidewalk with cameras. I looked for a sign as I stepped out of the car and finally found it—The Fabled Opera House.

The opera. Oh crap.

I turned to Ash to stop him from exiting the car, but he was already standing on the street.

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