Melee by Kristy Tate

Author:Kristy Tate
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kristy Tate
Published: 2017-10-28T04:00:00+00:00

LIZBET FOLLOWED DECLAN’S directions to the water’s edge. The moon sat on the horizon, casting a long shimmery beam of light that led to a glistening chrome and glass building. He waved at her from a café across the street. Putting the motorbike in gear, she wedged it into a parking space.

He greeted her with a kiss and introduced her to Malcolm. “Here, I got you something.”

She peeked into the shopping bag from an elite store. “What’s this?”

“A dress, shoes, and jewelry.”

The silky green fabric would match her eyes. The silver curled around emerald stones on the pendant looked real. Confused, she didn’t know what to say, other than, “Declan?”

He nodded at the club across the street where limousines clustered around the entrance like ducks waiting for crumbs at a pond. “We’re going in there and we want to fit in.”

She glanced at his jeans and T-shirt and he read her doubts. “I bought new duds for me, too.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “We’re underage,” she reminded him.

“It won’t matter in there.”

“To who?”

“They won’t turn us away,” Declan said.

Malcolm cleared his throat. “She’s mortal.”

“She’s more powerful than both of us,” Declan told him.

Malcolm looked skeptical.

“Trust me,” Declan said.

“I get you’re into her, and maybe she can bend you, but—”

“She’s more than she looks,” he said, then added, because he knew it would carry more weight with the werewolf, “or smells.”

Malcolm shrugged. “It’s your funeral. Come on then. We can change at my place. It’s around the corner.”

Malcolm lived in a deserted warehouse two blocks from the marina. From the outside, the place looked like it housed nothing but rats, spiders, and dust mites, but inside was a different story. TVs hung from the ceiling. Computers with flashing lights lined a wall. All the high-tech equipment made it look like a sound booth furnished with leather sofas and sleek chrome and glass tables. “I know what you’re thinking...wondering really, but I have to tell you, money isn’t an issue for me anymore.”

“Why not?” Declan asked.

“Well, for one thing, I can’t sleep, so I’m awake like all the time. I’m never tired. I can smell when someone’s lying and when they’re trying to hide something. So...you might laugh, but when anyone has stolen something, I take it back. They can’t catch me.” He pointed at Lizbet. “I know what you’re thinking. You think I should return the stolen goods to the rightful owner. And that’s what I do, if I can. But I also take a cut. A finder’s fee, if you will–a small fraction for my trouble. And it is trouble. It’s a risk. Plus, I’m constantly having to change my appearance. It’s tiring.”

“You’re like Robin Hood,” Lizbet said.

“Yeah, but I won’t wear tights. Ever.”

She smirked. “Right now, you’re wearing a dress.”

He returned her smile. “But not for long. Excuse me and I’ll get dressed.”

Lizbet stepped closer to Declan as soon as Malcolm left the room. “Do you trust him?”

“Yeah, I do. Mostly because I don’t think he trusts himself.”

“Okay, then I guess I do too.

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