Kill It With Magic: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Lillim Callina Chronicles Book 1) by J.A. Cipriano

Author:J.A. Cipriano [Cipriano, J.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-09-21T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

“Caleb, open the damn door, or I swear to god I’m going to huff and puff and blow it down,” I screamed at the door in our shoddy hotel room for the hundredth time. We’d been at the hotel for a couple hours now, and Caleb had long since locked himself in the bathroom like a little girl. He wouldn’t talk to me, and it was pissing me off.

“You know what? I’m going to go swimming. I’m going to put on the tiniest, itsiest bitsiest bikini I can find, and I’m going to go lounge by the pool. If you remember that you’re a boy you’re more than welcome to join me.”

Silence.

I screamed and slammed my hand against the door. It cracked beneath my fist. Why was he being such a little girl? It wasn’t my fault that hearing Max talk about Caleb’s poisoning was getting me antsy. The last thing I wanted was to pull him into a fight that could very well get him killed. I’d die before I did that.

If he wasn’t going to come out… well, I didn’t need him anyway. I stomped over to my duffel bag and dumped it out on one of the two lumpy queen sized beds. Their sheets practically glowed in the dark in their own bioluminescence. I blushed. Still, they could have been such nice beds.

“What are you doing?” Mattoc asked me as I pulled on a pair of iron-toed boots a few minutes later. He’d finally come out which meant we were well enough alone. He didn’t like appearing when other people were around if he could help it. Every time we were around people he was forced to remain out of sight. He had done it so much on this adventure that I’d nearly forgotten he was there at all.

“Putting on my fairy stomping boots,” I replied.

“So, we aren’t really going swimming?”

“Really? Is that why you asked about the boots? I’m wearing chainmail under my clothes and iron-knuckled gloves, too.”

“You told Caleb you were going swimming. Besides, I hear chainmail bikinis are all the rage with you female adventurers. The boots seem a little awkward though. Plus, they don’t match the beret.” Mattoc shrugged. “Maybe a knight helmet with a feather?”

“Shut up!” I growled.

Ever wonder why most weapons, especially really old ones, are made of iron? Forget about smelting. Iron breaks up magical energy, and for lots of things, like spirits and faeries, which are made up of magical energy, iron cuts through them like nothing else.

Frost was already strapped to my back, wrapped in a bed sheet. Initially, I had tried to put it in a guitar case, but apparently they don’t make them big enough. Finally, I put on a small silver ring with a large red gem in the center. If I looked closely I could see some strands of my hair there.

Caleb had taken it from the Dioscuri storehouse before we’d left and given it to me. If I removed it, it would instantly transport me to my home.

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