Stakes and Stones (Jenna Faith Book 2) by Bilinda Sheehan

Author:Bilinda Sheehan [Sheehan, Bilinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BS Press
Published: 2019-03-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Standing next to The Ram’s Head, I blew out another breath, watching the mist form in front of my face. My limbs were leaden, the cold seeping in from the ground, up through my boots and into my legs. Behind me the rough-hewn stones of the pub oozed ice into my back despite the layers of clothes between me and them.

“Still here?” The woman’s voice was like velvet and the hairs on the back of my neck reluctantly stood at attention.

From the corner of my eye, I watched the vixen emerge from the alley next to the pub. She wasn’t alone, her partner flanked her, his eyes fever bright, his excitement palpable as he rolled his shoulders and shook out his arms like a boxer prepping for a fight.

“My lift is running a little late,” I said, rolling my weight onto my back foot. The vixen’s eyes darted down, watching my subtle adjustments with interest. Her amber gaze slid up and over my body in a possessive manner that set off my ‘creep’ alert.

“Can we play, baby, can we, please?” the guy said, the pleading note in his voice set my teeth on edge.

“This one’s dangerous,” the vixen said, a lazy smile curling her full lips. “If you bite, she’ll bite back.” She spoke about me as though I wasn’t standing a few feet away from her.

“I’m not looking for trouble,” I said. The cold seeping into my bones would make me slow and up against two foxes wasn’t the time to be sluggish.

“But maybe we are.” She growled, the sound sent a skittering of anticipation racing down my spine. Her muscled legs tensed as she flexed her fingers into fists, sign-posting her movements that set alarm bells clanging in my head.

I waited for her to move but she didn’t.

The man leaped. One moment he was standing on the pavement, the next, he was airborne. He sprang almost straight up and it reminded me of the nature documentaries I’d watched on television of foxes hunting in the snow. In mid-air he twisted his body down, pouncing on me from above. His fists angled toward my unprotected face and head. A blow like that would have me seeing stars for a week, if it didn’t cause me to pass out altogether.

I rolled backwards out of his reach, allowing gravity to do the heavy lifting as I executed a back flip that was far from perfect. In this case, beggars could not be choosers and so long as I was out of his reach, I didn’t care how sloppy I looked. Sometimes it really was function over form. My half frozen body protested at the sudden movements but I pushed the discomfort aside, sending a pulse of power rippling through my muscles. He thumped onto the sidewalk, the noise of his body as it hit caused me to cringe. If I’d hesitated, he’d have definitely broken some of my bones.

Before I could catch my breath, he came at me, fists swinging.

Twisting

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