To Kill a Fae by C S Wilde

Author:C S Wilde [Wilde, C S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781689950312
Published: 2019-10-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The fae watched them with feral yellow eyes, two ambers that burned along with the sunset. He was clad in black fighting leathers, the belts wrapped around his chest and waist packed with daggers, knives, and tiny weapons shaped like obsidian stars with sharp edges.

Another assassin.

Bast cracked his neck left and right. “Mera, take cover.”

Instead, she pulled out her gun and aimed at the faerie. “The hell I will.”

Their opponent gave them a cruel grin, before unsheathing a long sword from his belt. Fully ignoring Mera, he pointed it at Bast, even if she was about to use his head as a shooting target.

“Brother of shadows, today you must die,” he said.

At least he had the courtesy of speaking English.

His skin was the color of bark, and his short, spikey hair was purple, even though he seemed to belong to the Night court. A long white scar ran from his left eyebrow down to his chin.

Bast raised his shoulders. “That’s what the last assassin said, malachai.”

Mera had learned the word during a beer-pong game in college. It basically meant motherfucker, it just sounded prettier.

“The witch was weak. I am not.” Purple flames burst from the bounty hunter’s hand and ran through his blade.

“Move and you’re dead,” Mera warned.

“Iron bullets won’t stop him,” Bast explained without looking at her, his attention solely on their opponent. “Go take cover, or I swear—”

“No way. You’re my partner, at least for the time being.” She tightened her grip on the gun. “Iron bullets might not stop this assface, but they’ll sure as hell slow him down.”

“This isn’t your battle, Mera,” Bast snapped.

As fast as lightning, the bounty hunter grabbed one of his pointy stars and flung it toward her. Mera blinked, too late realizing she might be dead.

To her own surprise, she kept breathing. One of the weapon’s pointy edges had hit the gun’s muzzle, blocking it.

“What the…” She showed it to Bast. “What is this thing? I thought you guys didn’t like metal.”

“It’s a Shileken. And that’s not metal.”

Mera yanked the weapon out of her gun, analyzing the smooth, obsidian surface. “It’s… stone?” Stone cut so sharply, it bit into the tip of her finger. Throwing it aside, she kept her weapon aimed at the faerie. “Better not miss next time, you monumental shit twat.”

Bast rolled his eyes and flicked his hand. An invisible force pushed Mera straight into the building’s main shaft, gluing her to the red surface. It felt smooth as clay and hard as cement.

She tried to move, but the seamless power increased the more she fought it. “Bast, you son of a—”

“You should have taken cover, kitten.” His tone was bored and nonchalant. He turned to the assassin and closed his fists. “Shall we?”

“I’ll take care of your human later.” His lips curled in disgust as he eyed Mera up and down. “A Night Prince consorting with a human… what a shame.”

“Well, fuck you, too,” she snapped. “And we’ll see who takes care of who, malachai.”

The bounty hunter fixed his battle stance and raised his sword at Bast.

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