stepped forward, running smack into my frame.
“Show yourself to me, monster,” he sneered, reaching for his weapons.
It would really suck to kick Zahruk’s brother’s ass today, but Zahruk had stabbed me once upon a time, so it might not be so bad after all. I materialized so Fang could see me, and he stalled with his hands on his weapons. A wide-eyed stare slowly slipped down my frame. Silently, he took in my tight jeans and the tank top that said Bang a Fae Bae Today. Finally, he lifted his gaze to my face.
“Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you, right here, right now, woman?” Fang demanded, unimpressed with me.
Ouch! Obviously, being married wasn’t helping my sex appeal, and my ego felt that to my bones.
“Let me start with, you can’t,” I offered, shrugging. “You’re in a bad area. One you chose over war, why?”
“Fuck you,” he hissed.
“Hmm, so much anger.”
He drew his swords, swung, and would have removed my head if I hadn’t known it was coming. I snapped my fingers, turning his blades into roses, and watched the shock spread over his face. I shared his horror at the destruction of the beautiful blades I’d just destroyed.
“Mmm, pity those were pretty swords. Now, if you’re ready to listen to me, we can talk.” He balled up his fists, and I lifted one brow in warning. “Okay, your fucking brother already stabbed me once and almost killed me, and if you punch me, I have no problem turning you into a fucking daisy. I’ll even pluck you and take you home to stick in a vase. This is the only warning I’m giving you, Fang,” I said, daring him to try me.
“That asshole sent you? Tell him to leave me the fuck alone. I don’t need his help.” Fang took a step back and huffed.
“No, you don’t. But you’ve almost been a snack to a dragon, sexually assaulted by sirens, which may not have been a terrible thing unless they’d decided you were worth taking home with them. Then there were the redcaps we threatened to eat, and the water sprites who wanted to use your body as fertilizer for the…”
“Do you have a fucking point?” he snapped, folding his arms across his chest.
“You’re an accident waiting to happen, and Zahruk is trying to save you. Why do you hate him?”
“That’s between the goddess and me, not you, lady.” Turning his back on me, Fang began to walk away.
“Hmm, funny, because I happen to be the goddess you’d talk to.” He stopped and faced me with a sarcastic grin on his face. I shrugged. “I know, I don’t look the part, but I assure you, I am.”
“Yeah, and I’m a fucking dragon.” His snort pissed me off.
“No, you’re not. You’re a shape-shifter just like your brother, only you’re pretending to be a werewolf. Your mother was a shape-shifter, and she thought herself a wolf because it spoke to her. But that isn’t your wolf, it’s your mind communicating with the creatures you’ve pretended to be. You’re pissed because you feel like Zahruk has had a better life, and you’ve had to fight for everything you have. I get it, but it’s not his fault. Life’s fucking hard, but it forges us into what we are supposed to be. Look at me.” Extending my hands out at my sides, I smiled at Fang. “First, I was a witch, then an assassin enforcer of the fae, then one of the creatures I hunted, now I am the fae, and I’m the freaking Goddess of the Fae.”
“You’re not the fucking Goddess of the Fae,” he chuckled. “I’ve heard she has tits the size of melons, hips made to hold while she’s ridden from behind, hair the color of the moons when they reach their zeniths, and the beauty of a maiden. You are nothing like they describe of her in ballads.”
“Wow, really? Damn, so basically, I’m a blow-up sex doll? I’m guessing a man came up with that description.”