then, small dick,” I start as I turn back to the struggling fae, his eyes flickering across the dismembered men around us before he looks at me.
“Actually, I’ve measured it. It’s a normal size—Why the fuck am I telling you…” He looks down at the ropes and swears.
Interesting.
“What’s your deepest sexual fantasy?” I ask, trying something. Fae can’t lie, not really. They can do half-truths though, and they are experts at that. This one is simply blurting things out. Coincidence? No.
“To be pissed on,” he blurts before his cheeks heat in mortification while I laugh.
“Golden shower, nice.” I nod. “I’m more of a rope and bondage girl myself, but to each their own. I like the spell you put on the ropes, really handy. Let’s try another. What are you most ashamed of?” I tease, enjoying myself.
He shakes his head as the words come out. “I once shit myself in a restaurant. It went all over the floor and walls in the bathroom. Human food didn’t do well with my system, and I blamed a child.” He closes his eyes. “Please stop.”
“Dude, that’s cruel, even for you.” I giggle.
The ropes must be enchanted to stop lies and gain information. Smart really, apart from it only working on fae…which he is. “Where’s your boss?” I repeat, and his eyes widen. He tries to stop the words by closing his lips, but the spell is too strong.
“Forty-five Willow Road.” He sucks in a breath, fear filling his face. “Oh god.”
“Nope, not a god, just a bitch.” I smirk.
I turn then, leaving him tied up. If he gets free, he’s a dead man anyway, and if not? Well then, let’s just say the feral strays who search this area will eat well tonight.
“You can’t just leave me here!” he screams as I head to the doorway.
“Sure can,” I reply as I open the door. I pause and look back, giving him a wink. “Have a nice night… Try not to let the ferals bite.” I grin, laughing as I duck outside into the waning light. Shit, almost nighttime. This contract needs to be finished and now. Luckily, I have his address. I might have to go in guns blazing though. I doubt he will be unprotected. He might even have supe muscles.
It’s time to weapon up.
I take a quick look around. I’m outside a warehouse, but in the distance, I can see the city. So I’m not too far away, but there is a forest between me and my destination. My animal instantly roars, wanting to be let free. My wolf howls, and my tiger tries to persuade me, telling me it would be quicker for them to cover the gap.
I debate my options before deciding they’re probably right. It’s almost dark and this isn’t a hiking forest. If any humans are in there, I’ll hear them and stay clear. I should be able to reach the city limits in under ten minutes and change back, get weapons, and have him murdered in time for a nice cup of tea and reruns of House.
I strip quickly and tie my clothes in a bundle with my boots around them before placing them on the floor and letting my wolf come out. The change is quick, and as soon as she stretches, we pick up the parcel and bounce towards the forest, bursting into a sprint as we duck under trees and leap over logs. The distance is quickly eaten under our paws as we run. We howl and lope as prey scurries away to hide. The forest is quiet, bar the crack of trees and the whistle of the wind. I hear no other strays or shifters, thank fuck.
I allow the animal side to take over completely, but when we start chasing a rabbit, I reel us back in, turning us back to the purpose at hand. We reach the edge of the trees in record time, and my wolf moves back with only a whine of protest, allowing me to transform. Leaning against the tree, I catch my breath, and it uses that time to surge forward.
I fall backwards, slammed into the tree as I close my eyes, focusing on the darkness trying to pull my skin apart.
No!
I yell and push it further and further back, but it fights me in a battle of wills. It’s been years since it’s been let out…not since the night it first appeared. The night in the forest when he—fuck.
Even thinking about it has anger surging through