Night Wars 03 - The Hellfire Legacy by Missouri Dalton

Author:Missouri Dalton [Dalton, Missouri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction, Fiction, Gay, Romance, Paranormal, Genre Fiction, Gay Romance
Amazon: B00C6FZIOU
Publisher: Torquere Press, Inc.
Published: 2013-04-01T11:00:00+00:00

Jack and I took a shower after we made love, and joined the others for breakfast at a little restaurant just down from the hotel. I got a lot of sidelong glances, but no one made any comments. Thank God Michael wasn't here; he would have made comments. Lots of comments.

Breakfast was interrupted when Lu took a phone call. She stepped away from the table, and to my surprise, began speaking Japanese. I guess that whole Japan thing was legit then. Weird.

"Arigato, Kaname-sensei." Lu hung up the phone and sat back down. "My aunt, I asked her to put her ear the ground. She has some less than savory connections with the Tokyo Night Shift. Apparently someone has been hiring mercenaries. Elf-kin to be specific about it. He hired two more in Dublin yesterday afternoon, and matches Voight's description."

"Fantastic," Simon said. "And this helps us how?"

Bronson smiled. A truly feral smile that made him look every inch the fey creature he was. "Because he would have to have gone to the local troll market to do so, and if there's one thing the fey are good at, it's gossip. He was probably seen by half a dozen vendors, but they're all likely to know about it. We find out who he hired, and then we find him."

It felt like we were finally getting somewhere.

Bronson located the Troll Market, by smell I suspect. Getting in was the more difficult part and in the end, I called Ian for help.

"Fynn, I'm in the middle of something, you'll have to make this quick."

"I need the passcode for the Dublin Troll Market."

"Of course you do. You don't speak fey, do you?"

"No."

"Then put Bronson on the phone."

I handed it over to Bronson. Bronson said "Uh-huh" frequently and then hung up, returning my phone.

Bronson faced the stone wall of the building we'd followed him to and crouched down next to a steel grate. He touched three places and then said… something. The stone wall opened up in front of us.

We hurried inside before the doorway closed.

The Chicago Troll Market that I'd been in was a maze, but this place -- it was alive. It was like we'd stepped inside a forest, except made of stone. Moss dripped down from the stone columns giving the illusion of foliage, and tucked between those columns were the market stalls. Hundreds of stalls in an open cavern that was bigger than anything I'd ever seen. Impossibly big.

Bronson sniffed the air. "We've stepped into a pocket of Faerie. Everyone needs to be on guard. Don't accept any gifts from anyone."

"Okay."

The doorway closed behind us. Bronson didn't look worried, so I was betting he knew how to get us out of here.

An elf was staring at us.

"And who would you be?" he asked. "We don't like outsiders."

They probably liked American outsiders even less.

Bronson stepped up. "My name is Fawkes. They are with me."

The elf actually looked intimidated by the much smaller man. "Theo Fawkes?"

"One and the same."

"Keep your friends in line then, Fawkes.

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