Faerie Rising: The First Book of Binding (The Books of Binding 1) by A. E. Lowan

Author:A. E. Lowan [Lowan, A. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Phoenix Quill Books
Published: 2017-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Etienne threw his arm over his face, but the banging continued. Cian made a sound of sleepy protest beside him and rolled over onto his belly, pulling the pillow over his head. Etienne sat up and dragged his legs over the side of the bed, the remains of the wine making his head swim. Hadn’t they just gone to bed? Winter had been right; Katherine was an excellent hostess. But it seemed that vampires were even worse than fae when it came to carousing all night and the hours had flown by in drink and music and conversation. Etienne found the clock on the nightstand and frowned.

They really had just gone to bed. What the hell? More infernal banging.

“What is it?” Cian asked from beneath the pillow.

Etienne stood up and snagged his jeans from the end of the bed. “I don’t know. Maybe a patient for Winter. I’ll find out.”

“You want me to come down?”

Etienne buttoned his fly, pulled his t-shirt on, and clipped the semi-auto’s holster to the waistband at the small of his back. “No. At least one of us should get some sleep.” He slipped Agmundr’s rig over his arms and caught up his worn flannel shirt as he made his barefoot way out of the tiny bedroom.

“Be careful.”

He gave a small smile despite his irritation. “I will. Now go back to sleep.” He pulled the door shut behind him.

Etienne scratched the side of his scarred face and yawned as he pushed through the beaded curtain. He frowned even harder when he saw a short woman on the other side of the shop glass, knocking away at the door frame. She was looking over her shoulder as her hand worked, her long black hair in disarray, and did not see him emerge. Seemed like trouble was looking for Winter early today. He glanced at the night-black sky. Or late. Dawn was not far away, but still had yet to make an appearance.

As he reached the door she turned back and visibly startled as she saw him. Etienne ignored it. Even though the store was dark, this close to the glass the streetlights must have illuminated his scars. Some people, usually women, had stronger reactions to them than others. The ones on his face and neck were the most obvious, the ones he could not hide. Men also noticed them, of course, but tended to either tough out the reaction and ignore them entirely or take them as a signal to test out their own stupidity.

He flipped the deadbolt and pulled the door open just enough to talk comfortably through. “What?” Then he rethought that. Maybe he should be politer. She was probably looking for Winter. “Do you need something?”

She smiled at him. “Etienne Queen’s Son?” She spoke in Faerie Gaelic.

This couldn’t be good. “We’re closed.” He shut the door and locked it.

“Wait!” Her voice was muffled by the glass. He moved away from the door and considered calling Winter… but she was exhausted as it was. She needed what sleep she could get.

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