Sharpest Sting_An Elemental Assassin Book by Jennifer Estep

Author:Jennifer Estep [Estep, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jennifer Estep
Published: 2019-10-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

I forgot all about my dessert. In an instant, I had dropped my hand down behind the counter, out of sight of everyone in the storefront, and palmed a knife. If Mason was here to make good on his threat to kill me and my friends, then I wasn’t going down without a fight.

Instead of charging over to the counter, Mason unwrapped the navy scarf from around his neck, shrugged out of his navy overcoat, and hung them both on the rack by the front door. Then he turned and looked at me.

My uncle’s gray gaze flicked from my face down to the counter, and a smug, knowing smirk lifted his lips. He knew I was clutching a knife, and it didn’t bother him in the slightest. Then again, why would it? He had enough raw magic to reduce the Pork Pit to rubble with a mere flick of his fingers.

Even now, when he wasn’t using his power in any active way, elemental magic still poured off him in cold, hard, continuous waves. The sensation made me feel as though I was trapped in a cement room, just waiting for the walls to snap together, crush every bone in my body, and grind my entire being to dust. Mason’s power might be eerily similar to my own Ice and Stone magic, but it was hands down the most horrible thing I had ever felt.

Mason smirked at me a moment longer, then walked over and sat down in a booth next to the windows.

And he wasn’t alone.

Emery Slater also strolled into the restaurant, along with two other giants. They left their coats on, but she and her men sat down at a table across from Mason’s booth. Please. As if he needed their protection. He was more than capable of defending himself—and killing everyone in here.

Hugh Tucker also stepped inside the restaurant, bringing up the rear, slinking in like a copperhead in the grass. The vampire perched at a nearby table by himself, as if he didn’t really belong with either Mason or the three giants.

Tucker might have been the Circle’s top enforcer for years, but he was very clearly an underling, and Mason seemed to pay as little attention to the vampire as he did to the furniture. Oh, yes. Tucker was just a tool to be used and then forgotten about until the next time Mason needed him.

“Gin,” Silvio said in a low, urgent voice. “What do you want to do?”

I focused on my assistant. Silvio’s hands were curled around his tablet, as though he was going to whip up his precious device and bash someone over the head with it.

I glanced over at Sophia. The Goth dwarf had been chopping onions to add to the latest pot of baked beans, and she was still clutching a knife. She nodded at me, indicating that she was more than ready to charge forward and tangle with our unwanted customers.

And finally, I looked over at Liam Carter, who was clutching his phone and still sitting in the back corner booth.

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