Forged Steel by H A Titus

Author:H A Titus [Titus, H A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magical Ink Media
Published: 2015-07-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

We exited the Market by a different gate than the one we'd come in, and I could tell we were in a different section of the city. The houses were bigger and further apart, and a few had moss growing in front of them so it almost looked like a yard. Eventually, the houses were spread out by several acres each, looking like an upscale Overworld suburb. Hedges of moss-covered rocks separated the properties. More orange light globes hung from this section of the city, making it almost as bright as Overworld daylight.

We trudged along the loosely graveled road until we reached a fenced-in property. A whitewashed Tudor mansion stood behind the fence, several hundred yards of moss separating it from us. A flicker moved on the roof, and I squinted. Against the dark roof of the house, next to one of the several chimneys, I could just barely make out the dark-clothed shape of a man cradling a weapon to his chest.

Another dark-clothed fae stepped into view just inside the gate, a rifle slung over one shoulder. "Eliaster."

Eliaster walked over to the gate. "Hey Lúkas. Open up for me and my friends?"

"Your dad didn't mention that you were coming here today," Lúkas said.

"My dad doesn't rule my day. Won't be here long, promise."

Lúkas raised one eyebrow, then stepped to the side. His hand disappeared briefly behind one of the gateposts. With a creak, the black gate swung open. He motioned us inside.

Just like most of the other houses, the yard was made with a spongy, bright green moss. As we crunched along the white gravel drive, a sprinkler system popped up and began shooting water over the moss. I looked up at the roof again and noticed that the sniper was watching us. He noticed me and tipped his head.

I lowered my eyes.

A few steps from the front door, Eliaster stopped us. "Okay, guys. Let me talk. The last thing my dad will want is all of us trying to explain things to him."

"He's not going to be happy to hear you explaining it to him either," Larae said.

Eliaster's jaw tightened. "Thanks for that." He turned and smacked his fist against the door.

Another armed guard opened the door and nodded. We stepped inside to a wood-paneled foyer. The white marble floor was slick under my feet. I looked around the room, noting the niches for expensive looking paintings and the thin side tables, each tastefully decorated with one or two knick-knacks. Two cameras were mounted on the ceiling and trained on the door. There were probably plenty more both inside and outside that were better concealed.

"Got enough security?" I whispered to David.

"Counselor Tyrone is a bigwig among the fae leaders worldwide. He's made a few enemies in his time."

If his dad was so influential, why did Eliaster strike me as a bit of a drifter, not really tied down anywhere? Why wasn't he working with his dad in fae politics? I nearly had to bite my tongue to not ask the questions.

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