Witch Fire by Brian Freyermuth & Juliet Freyermuth

Author:Brian Freyermuth & Juliet Freyermuth [Freyermuth, Brian & Freyermuth, Juliet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Middark Press
Published: 2023-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Thirteen

“Who’s here?” Jessie asked as she stepped away from her table. “What the hell is going on?”

“His name is Connor, and it’s a long story,” I said. “We need to get to Iktomi, and we need to get to him now.”

Jessie sighed and pushed the chips over to the drunken guy. “Here. The table’s closed.”

The young man put his head down. I didn’t think he heard her. Jessie quickly put her chips away in her case, all the while mumbling, “I’m going to get so fired for this.”

Thelma, pissed as she was, took my hand. I turned to Cate, who looked like she was about to jump out of her skin.

“Cate,” I said as we waited, “go grab Randall. Meet us upstairs at room…”

“606,” Jessie finished.

“And tell him to bring the big guns.”

“Does he have any big guns?” Cate asked.

“God, I hope so.”

Cate nodded and rushed away from us, back toward the lobby.

“This way,” Jessie said as she hurried toward the elevator.

I wanted to ask Thelma if she was up for this, but one look at the steel in her face told me not to bother. I hit the elevator button and waited anxiously.

The elevator dinged after what felt like an eternity. Thelma, Jessie, and I rushed in, and I hit the sixth floor.

“So, this Connor guy, he’s that scary?” Jessie asked.

My gifts kicked in as the elevator crawled up the floors. Adrenaline flooded my muscles, and I felt the lynx in my head stir. “He’s an ancient Irish demigod. Super strength, speed, and a nasty habit of going berserk.”

“That’s sounds like you,” Jessie said.

I glared at her.

“You think Spider was giving us a warning?”

“Aces in every hand, and they all have Celtic knots?”

“Okay, that is weird,” she said. “What’s he want Spider for?”

“I don’t know, but I sure as hell intend to find out.”

Fifth floor. Damn, it was taking too long. I looked over at Thelma. She had her hand cannon out and clicked off the safety. The Desert Eagle. I’d seen the damn thing stop a rampaging demon in its tracks. In her other hand was a new gun, a smaller but just as brutal looking 9-millimeter.

“Whoa,” Jessie whistled. “Dual fisted.”

Thelma gave her a crooked smile. “So much better to shoot the bad guys with, my dear.”

“Where did you find her?” Jessie whispered to me. “She’s badass.”

“You have no idea.”

Sixth floor.

“You ready?” I asked them.

Thelma gave me a swift kiss. “Always.” In that single word, she pushed the argument into the background to deal with later.

The door opened, and Thelma stepped out first before I could stop her.

“Well, damn,” was all she said as I followed.

I agreed as we stepped out into The Phantom of the Opera. Large iron chandeliers hung from the ceiling, one every thirty feet, and honest-to-god candles topped each one. More candelabras sat on dark wooden desks against the walls. And all the candlelight was reflected in golden framed mirrors that hung above the desks.

“Holy shit,” Jessie said as she stepped around me. Her mouth gaped open.

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