The Fanged & the Fae by Melissa Marr

Author:Melissa Marr
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Melissa Marr

CHAPTER 8

We walked into the lobby, watching for lurking draugr, human staff, or witches. Honestly, I had no idea what all sorts of trouble we had to face, and the one certainty was that the air was toxic.

The groggy-but-upright Misty looked horrified to see us—and I was fairly sure it wasn’t just the fact that Allie was bloody. She stared at us like she was trying to speak and couldn’t. I didn’t know if she was drugged or enthralled to the draugr I’d seen or maybe just blackmailed. Either way, she stared at us and twisted her hands together.

“Windows,” Sera muttered. She was swaying like she’d been on a bourbon tasting marathon.

I stepped around the hand-wringing spa guide and started shattering windows. The staff gave me reach, and there was something satisfying about bashing them. Glass tinkled down around me like a localized ice storm.

“Wait!” Misty suddenly grabbed at me, trying to grab the staff that I was currently using as a baseball bat, and in the process hanging onto me like an angry koala. “The raw air is deadly!”

Allie stepped back as Christy detached the worried woman from my back and arms. Misty was struggling, though. She was convinced that the air outside was deadly, and in her attempts to rescue us, she kept trying to cover our mouths and noses as if to save us.

“Hit . . . her,” Sera suggested between clearing breaths of fresh air. “Seriously. . . some . . . one . . . just hit her.”

Christy was trying to hold the woman while avoiding getting clawed in the face, and Sera was struggling to speak. That left me or Allie.

Before I could figure out how to safely hit Misty, who was clearly drugged, Allie—still holding her gun--punched Misty in the temple.

Misty dropped like dead weight.

We dragged the now-unconscious Misty with us as we went outside. Her legs were being scratched all to hell by plants and rocks as she was half-dragged half-carried across the ground.

An alarm sounded and a series of sprinkler heads shot out of the ground. The misters that were strung through the trees and the sprinklers all started spewing a pinkish mist.

“Cover your mouth!” Sera gasped, putting her robe-covered arm over her mouth and nose.

“Bombs,” Allie gasped. “Blow it all up!”

Christy shoved the unconscious spa guide toward Allie, who more or less caught Misty. Within moments, Christy started lighting and launching bomb after bomb as we ran through the garden. Small fires started and flashed to life, burning away the scent of sugary toxic air.

But too soon, the misters were switched to full-on geysers. Pink water fountained upward, putting out fires and creating a tinted floral fog that seemed to linger over everything. Allie’s homemade IEDs were overkill on sprinkler heads, and someone was watching closely enough to turn mist into fountains.

I would have loved to take down whatever security system our unseen assailants had, but for now we had no targets other than mist, and that was impossible to counter without a few industrial fans.

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