Night Fae (Dark Fae Kings #3) - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,50

who looked like he belonged in the military. “The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can return to our normal lives. Now, let’s spread out and cover more ground.”

“Let me have that machine gun, dude.” A guy in a Hawaiian shirt turned to the guy who carried the machine gun. He might have been snatched by Brigantia’s goons on his way to a cruise, and now he was stuck in this messy killing business. “You missed, so it’s my turn to shoot at the demoness.”

The goatee guy, who had the machine gun, sneered at the Hawaiian shirt dude. He was bigger than the other contestants. “No one takes my gun.” He brandished the gun threateningly, and his companions gave him a wide berth.

“Be careful where you point your gun!” someone yelled, sounding uncannily familiar. My memory jogged and my heart skipped a beat. Could it be Richie? The guy who sounded like my ex-boyfriend from college was blocked by the big goatee dude.

“Richie, we can do this,” a redhead shouted excitedly, flashing a Glock G 19. “We can take down one demoness.”

My heart sank. So, it was indeed Richie, the rich boy I’d dated at Columbia for two months before I dropped out of college to come home and take care of my younger siblings. I’d broken up with him via phone, and I hadn’t thought of him since.

Brigantia was beyond sick. She’d thrown my ex-boyfriend into the Wild Hunt and put us on opposite sides. I also recognized the redhead’s voice. She’d been partying with Richie the last time I’d talked to him. She was probably his new girlfriend.

Brigantia meant for the human contestants and me to kill each other, but I didn’t need to play her game.

Break every rule, Lucifer had said.

I lunged, faster than a sinful thought.

I had no magic inside the Wild Hunt, but I was a trained warrior with inhuman strength and speed.

I darted between the humans before they had a chance to react. I went for the gun carriers first, snatching the handgun from my ex-boyfriend’s lady friend before I dashed toward a guy who looked like some important politician’s son. I elbowed him in the side. He yelped, and I wrestled the Desert Eagle 50 away from him, since he held it in a death grip.

The Desert Eagle 50 was almost as powerful as a semi-automatic handgun. I wondered how Brigantia had gotten her hands on these human weapons, since all Fae detested modern weaponry, but my evil sister was more than Fae. She was also demonic.

As I tossed the two pistols into my open backpack, I moved toward the goatee guy. He saw me coming and swung the barrel toward me, but the dude could never match my speed and strength, even though he was considered strong and fast amid regular humans.

I pushed up the heel of my palm and grabbed the barrel. He squeezed the trigger, and I let him have the feel of control but turned the barrel upward at the last second.

Bullets blasted out in a rapid stream, blowing up clusters of blossoms and leaves.

Then, with the last trail of smoke hovering above the barrel, the shooting stopped. While the goatee dude stared at me wide-eyed, I tore the weapon from him, flung it far away, and kicked his temple, which was punishment for trying to shoot me.

The goatee dude stumbled back, then regained his footing and lurched at me. But I’d darted to his back and rammed into his knees to drop him to the ground. He went down on both knees, and I stepped forward and slammed my hunting boot into the side of his face.

That was for show, as I planned to use him as an example to prevent the next person who was either too stupid or too bold from attacking me.

“Happy now, douche?” I hissed. “You wasted all your bullets for nothing.”

His bleary, angry eyes stared up at me. He seemed to want to call me bitch, like most guys would under the circumstances, but my boot on his face discouraged him.

Richie’s redheaded lady friend squirmed. “Demon! It’s the demoness. Go get it!”

She didn’t rush forward but expected the others to do the dirty work.

Excited and fearful shouts echoed all around me as the humans hemmed me in.

I rolled my eyes. “Demon? Really? Like you can really tell who’s who.”

“No way is that chick a demoness,” the pixie-cut girl said. “She doesn’t look it, though she…might not be a human either. She’s