Reaped from Faerie: An Urban Fantasy Novel (Stolen Magic Book 2) by WB McKay

Author:WB McKay [McKay, WB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: McKay Manor Publishing
Published: 2016-11-11T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Smoke blew in the open windows as the car skidded to a halt on the rural road. Ava backed up fifty feet to a gravel driveway and zipped around the curves.

"Hear that?" asked Art. Tiny battle cries rang out in the distance. "Pixies."

I gripped the door handle tighter as Ava threw the car around another corner.

"Pixies are assholes, but they don't deserve this," I said, and was blasted with a cold breeze that passed through my body. "Sorry, Lex," I said to the empty air.

"She'll accept your apology if you'll save her sister, Xandra," said Ava. "Otherwise she says she'll haunt you until the end of time."

I chuckled, wondering what it said about me that a threat made me like the pixie ghost a little. "Well then, I guess I have some added incentive." I turned to Art. "If you let me go in alone, I could pull my shriek out on her, knock her out, and we could call it a day." My shriek was something like an amped up banshee keen. Victim's couldn't block it out by simply sticking their hands over their ears, it was too loud, and the sound was infused with magic. The pain was so intense it was all the afflicted could think about. Typically, they eventually passed out. Sometimes they bled from their ears. Of course, it affected everyone around me who could hear it, so it had its downsides.

"As a last resort if she's getting away," he said. I'd hit him with it a couple of times. He looked uncomfortable with the idea, which seemed like chickening out to me, but this wasn't my show.

"So you got a plan, boss man?" He'd finally gotten ahold of the homicide agents on our way to the scene. We'd expected them to come help, but with Clarissa in the wind, they'd packed up and left Wailing Lakes after talking to me. Art and I were the only FAB agents around, which suited me just fine.

Gravel pinged against the car as we stopped a hundred feet from an old barn. Smoke trailed out the open door of the barn, but we didn't see any flames. The three of us hopped out before the dust settled and I surveyed the scene. Where the gravel ended, overgrown grass took over. There were a dozen knee-high white boxes, which I assumed were for the bees, and behind them a forest. Nowhere for Clarissa to run. Where was her car?

Art was eyeing the glyphs painted on the gravel parking area.

"Just like the ones at the crime scene with Daphne and the reaper," I said, though of course he knew that. "They blew up to destroy evidence."

"Don't stand on 'em then. All right. I'll deal with the fire," Art promised. As a selkie, he was adept at water magic. "I'll keep her distracted by going through the big door in the front of the barn." He pointed along the side of the building. "You circle around. There's usually a small side door.

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