there.
Skewering him.
I turn as the other two get to their feet, their guns swinging up again.
I grab a gun, and with no other option, I turn it and pull the trigger. His body jerks from the impact as I turn to the second and fire, his brain exploding as I watch. Heart racing from the fight, I roll back my shoulders.
I fucking hate guns. Dropping the weapon to the ground, I slick my hair over my shoulder, straighten my jacket, and step into the foyer. I feel blood running down my leg, and I know I’ll need to get the bullet out later before it can heal, but it doesn’t slow me, so I ignore it for now.
“Fucking humans,” I mutter as I head upstairs. “Stupid guns,” I carry on, pulling a knife as I go and throwing it at the human I hear coming down the stairs without even looking. I walk past him as he tumbles down the steps, the knife embedded in his chest.
When I reach the top, I check my weapons. I only have three knives remaining, not including the one in my boot. Fuck it, two fae left? I’ve got this.
The second floor stretches left and right, but I hear the fae to the left, so I head that way to the large golden doors at the end. Typical. I kick them open and meet the shocked eyes of the two fae there. The bossman is sitting behind a desk with a cigar on the polished surface before him. A half empty bottle of magic scotch sits next to him. His long, black hair is pulled to the side, hiding his ears. He has one grey eye, and the other is missing with a scar through it. Next to him, pacing and screaming into the phone, is the other fae. A skinny, tall, green-haired fellow. His hair is short, and one of his ears has a bite in it, so it’s missing the tip. His face is mottled and red, and he has on a leather jacket that has wings on the back saying “The Winged.” Real subtle.
The room is clearly an office, with monitors on the back wall for security, showing video of the whole house. There are two sofas to the side with a bar between them, and to the left of the desk he’s sitting behind, there are chairs and a long dining table.
They both stop and turn to me as I stand there. “Hello, boys, nice house. Hope you didn’t mind me just dropping by.”
“Who the fuck are you?” the bossman calls as the other fae starts to gather his magic, but his boss stops him with a shake of his head, no doubt wondering if he can negotiate with me. Fae are known for their slick tongues, after all.
“Jehovah’s Witness,” I deadpan and roll my eyes. “I’m your executioner. Can we skip the whole money offering, pleading, and finally threats, and just get to the killing? I’ve had a long night, and I really want to sleep.”
He narrows his eyes, his nostrils flaring. “Shifter,” he hisses.
“Ding, ding, very smart.” I point at him. “Gold star.”
“Council lackey,” the other spits. “I can almost smell the servitude and lack of brain.”
“Wow, dude, not smart to insult the person here to kill you. Shit like that could make me kill you slowly and painfully. Luckily for you, I’m not in a torturing mood, you know? I think I ate too big of a dinner—”
He throws his magic at me. I don’t even dodge it, needing to show them who’s in charge. The amulet absorbs it, but I feel its strength lessening. I probably only have one or two more good strikes left in it before whatever magic they throw will hit my actual skin, and that shit will hurt.
“Kill her,” the boss man orders.
“Bring it, fae bitch. I’ll bite off your other Lord of the Rings ear,” I snarl as he throws more magic. This time I avoid it, and it hits the wall, which starts to melt it. Oh, wonderful. Couldn’t his magic be like puppies or flowers? He smirks at me and gathers more. Fuck this.
I grab the table to the left and toss it at him. He flies back through the air, hitting the wall and slumping down onto the sofa, eyes closed. I turn back to bossman, ready to end this, when two rapid magic balls hit me, flinging me backwards. I tumble across the floor with a groan,