back and pulls me down on top of him, making us both groan before he slips from inside of me. "Yes."
"Why?" I press, not that I’m bothered.
"I know what you are, Little Monster," he offers.
A noise outside the curtain has me scrambling from his lap as we both get dressed. I just manage to get the top of my dress over my head before the curtain is pulled back, revealing a shocked shopper.
"Sorry!" she sputters as she shuts it again, but I hear her retreat, no doubt to go tell a store assistant.
"We need to go," I murmur, turning to him and dropping a kiss on his lips as I pull my phone from my pocket. "Fuck, I've got somewhere to be and I need to go alone. Can we meet later, and then you can tell me?" I inquire and he nods, as his hands come up and frame my face.
"Later, Little Monster, meet me in the park. Try not to leave any bodies behind this time," he jokes, and I kiss him again before grabbing my bag and running from the changing room. I need to get to that meeting. I wouldn't miss it for the world.
The hushed tones of the pilot and the air hostess have me cracking open my eyes, and leaning out into the aisle to watch them. They are gesturing back and forth and I roll my eyes, do they really not realise I can hear them? Humans.
"What's wrong?" I shout and they all jump, looking guiltily between themselves then back to me. They nod, and the man from before stands and comes towards me with a nervous look on his face and his hands twisting together before him.
"Sir, there has been an attack on master Tireno," he rushes out, his eyes darting to mine for a split second before he looks down at the floor again.
Gritting my teeth, I lean forward. "By who?" I demand, bristling.
"Er, I'm not sure, but they’re asking to speak to you," he says nervously, and I stand in a rush, which makes him squeal as he falls back. Eyeing him as I push past him, I move into the cockpit where the pilots await. The one on the left holds out a tiny headset to me, but before I can grab it he opens his mouth, and comments, "They have my friends, just a warning." I narrow my eyes as I sniff the air. He definitely isn't supernatural, but I can smell bloodsucker on him, probably a lifelong feeder. A pet, but he clearly cares about Mike so I nod and grab the delicate piece of technology and hold it to my head. He flicks a button and nods at me.
"Speak," I growl down the line.
"We have your friends, Beast of Cornacadia, did you really think you could ever escape us. That you could run from us?" The woman laughs down the phone and her sultry voice is soaked in magic, but it does nothing to me. "They will pay for helping you," she finishes.
"I’m not running, but you should be," I bark, before nodding at the pilot. He cuts off the communication, and his face is pale but his eyes are hard.
"Take me to them," I order, before turning around and returning to my seat. It seems like the witches have found Mike. I might not consider him a friend, but he has helped me, and I can't let him and his outcasts be butchered for my escape. It looks like I will have a little detour on the way.
Grabbing my swords, I whisper the words of rites to them, and they glow golden, the glyphs lighting up and seeking the blood of enemies who dare to hurt me and mine.
Soon, I whisper to them, leaning back in my seat as the plane banks to the side.
Time for a witch hunt, and I won’t be stopping until they are all dead.
Soaring through the air, I fly high enough to avoid detection on the ground and any restricted air space. With only a basic location to go on, and being on the opposite side of the world, it's taking longer than I would like to find her.
I’m tiring again. I have flown all day and partway into the night. I’m hoping to reach an old house of mine and regroup there for a day or two. I need to get some supplies and I’m thinking now that I am above the right country, it might be easier to