anymore.
I flew down to make sure the job was done. I’d seen lesser men survive a drop like that, but not often.
When I got to the ground, the bastard was nowhere in sight. Damn it. Was he stronger than I’d given him credit for? There was no way. Not after the power I’d blasted him with.
I walked a few paces, trying to find where he landed, because it wasn’t possible that his wings began working that soon after my paralyzing magic.
Except there was no dent in the ground, not even a disruption in the grass. There was literally nothing out of place.
“Are you looking for something?” Finn’s voice sounded from behind me, and I swore to the Gods if he was holding on to that fae when I turned around, I would kill them both.
Chapter 11
Sure as shit, the fae I’d just hoped to kill was safely draped over Finn’s arms like a baby. My lips lifted into a snarl. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He took a step back as I moved closer. “Keeping an innocent fae from dying.”
This fae. I didn’t know what to do with him. Too much of me still wanted him, especially as I watched the muscles beneath his black shirt strain with the weight of the fae. But other, likely smarter parts of me, were screaming he was bad news. He would never accept me for who I was. Or, who I thought I was.
“That fae was spying on us. You think I just randomly chase unknown supernaturals and kill them for the fun of it? I’m not a monster.” Magic flickered from my fingers as my ire increased.
“You could have fooled me.” He turned on a heel and headed back to the house, but I wasn’t done with him.
I ran and didn’t stop when we connected. I barreled into Finn and brought all three of us to the ground. The immobile fae landed underneath, and Finn rolled us off him.
“What are you doing?” he grumbled, blocking my punches.
“Kicking your ass for getting in my way.” I feigned a left hook to his jaw and instead landed several punches to his ribs, each with added shock from my magic.
He groaned but didn’t slow down. His legs wrapped around me, locking me against him, though my arms were still free.
I pulled up and dropped my elbow onto his throat while his hands were doing their best to restrain me without actually hitting me. This was why it didn’t pay to be a nice person. His integrity was likely telling him it was wrong to hit a woman, but I wouldn’t stop beating the shit out of him until I was good and ready, and he had every right to fight back. I’d have enjoyed it at this point in our non-relationship.
“You’re being ridiculous, Lucinda.”
My hands captured his and brought them above his head. “No, I’m not. I’m being cautious. It’s kept me alive and at the top of my game for years now. Being as though I’m not the one with poison running through my veins, I’d say my method works better than yours.”
He took advantage of my trapped legs and rolled us over again, and I couldn’t stop the pleasure that filtered in when he took charge. Damn my stupid hormones.
“I’d rather die a thousand deaths than kill an innocent person.”
He had my hands trapped, and I stopped fighting him. Unless I wanted to really hurt him with magic, I wouldn’t win against his brute force.
His fingers loosened around my wrists. “Are you done now?”
“Not even close.” I bucked my hips under Finn’s, said a quick hello to the only part of him I liked, and then pushed him off me. Instead of continuing to attack him, I leapt for the unknown fae. Grabbing on to his collar, I jerked him up and pulled a small blade from the hidden pocket of my leather pants.
“Make one move and I’ll cut his throat open,” I said to Finn as he glowered at me.
“What are you doing?”
I traced the tip of the blade up the fae’s cheek and enjoyed how his eyes darted between me and Finn, the only movement he was capable of until my magic wore off. “Well, like I said before, I’m not a monster and you probably did me a favor. Now that he’s still alive, I can torture information from him. Like why he was here and who sent him.”
The knife nicked the fae’s ear, and blood dripped onto