Sweet Child by Brie Tart

Author:Brie Tart [Tart, Brie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dapper Cat Books
Published: 2019-12-13T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

“What the hell just happened?” Helen tugged at her heart charm necklace and felt for the latch. Anything hanging around her neck itched, and she couldn’t stand the thought of garroting herself on excess jewelry.

“Don’t touch that yet.” Yoel’s mouth was still tight. His eyes were wide, his complexion sallow. “I’ll explain everything when we get back.”

Helen’s Harley came into sight. She breathed a sigh of relief nobody had come through the area and picked it up for parts. Her gut jumped. They were far enough away from the cafe that there shouldn’t be any more Seelie energy bugging her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as she picked up her pace.

“Grab on tight.” Helen mounted the motorcycle, not bothering to reach for the helmets.

Yoel climbed on and held her waist. She revved the engine to life and took off faster than she should, her rear tire squealing against the pavement. Yoel clung on for dear life. Anything he said got lost between the roar of the bike and the honking of horns as Helen whizzed through traffic. She found her way to an empty side road leading toward an old industrial district. It was a detour Yoel might nag her about when she felt safe enough to go to his store. But that sour twisting in her stomach stayed with her, like something fae was following behind them.

Helen broke every speed limit on those backroad shortcuts she knew so well. Yoel leaned with her on every corner. She slowed down when an abandoned factory on the sparsely lit street came into sight—Tommy’s favorite eyesore. In the light of day, it was a hulking brick skeleton covered in neon graffiti. Night time made it a black silhouette with jagged edges, like a gothic castle in the middle of the Midwest. She coasted until she found the empty remains of a yawning doorway with a chunk missing. She slipped under it into a wide open assembly room with debris and steel bars scattered around in heaping piles.

Helen’s acid attack turned to aggressive heat as her Unseelie instinct kicked in. She turned the bike, put the kickstand down, and swung off to face whatever assailant had followed them.

The open space in front of her was empty, and a couple of faint street lights illuminated it through the line of gaping windows over the entrance. Plenty for her to see by while in her Hellfire mode. Something should have cast a shadow or made a shuffling noise against the cement floor.

“Catch.” Yoel drew something long and flat from the lower lining of his coat. He tossed it to Helen, and she caught worn leather. He brought out a gun with a long tube at the end of its barrel, a suppressor. The safety snapped off with a click, and he pulled the slide back. “What is it?”

“Something followed us.” Helen said it with more certainty than she felt. She saw empty air filling the factory, heard the

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