“Every word holds power.”
“So much power.”
Lou smiled. “Leave it to the fae to find a damn loophole.”
Flanders grunted and curled up on the ground, drawling, “Yay. I’m going to take a nap now.”
“This is wonderful!” Myrna cheered as she reverted to her normal form. “Oh, Seymour! Sariel! Congratulations, sweeties!”
“Wow.” Seymour laughed hysterically, joy bubbling out of every pore. “Holy shit. It’s amazing! It’s?—”
Mr. Heiss grabbed him by the throat and lifted him high in the air. “Your last act on this world has beenpissing me off. Congratulations. Time to die.”
Seymour gurgled and kicked weakly.
Well, shit.
“This Mr. Heiss really is a fuckin’ bastard, isn’t he?” King’s voice asked from wherever he was hidden inside Mr. Heiss’s coat.
Seymour heard Day yowling, no doubt coming to help.
But Sariel was faster.
Sariel grabbed Mr. Heiss’s arm, transformed into his massive angelic form with every eye bursting with golden fire. He looked like a gorgeous vengeful god, and Mr. Heiss was absolutely pathetic in comparison. Sariel’s voice was a low roar as he snarled, “Let him go.”
Seymour really wished he could tell Sariel how unbelievably hot he was right now, but he was still being strangled.
Mr. Heiss scowled, his own body bulging and warping as he grew bigger. “You dare to fucking touch me? To defy me? After everything I did for you—ow! What the fuck?”
Day had latched on to Mr. Heiss’s leg and growled through a mouthful of his thigh. “Ah will eath him raugh now!”
“If you don’t want to lose that leg, I’d let go of the human,” Lou said with a smug smile. “Pretty safe to say you’ve lost this one, brother.”
“Very safe indeed,” cooed Absolis.
“So safe,” added Vilanos.
“Can I be safe?” King asked. “Away from the giant arsehole please?”
“Such weakness isn’t a surprise from you,Louis.” Mr. Heiss ignored King, turning his hateful gaze on the twins. “But you two are siding with the meat bag? Really?”
“Our king is fond of him,” Absolis said with a shrug.
“Very fond,” confirmed Vilanos. “And what our king wants?—”
“He gets. But by all means, if you’d like to murder his new favorite mortal right in front of him?”
“Please.”
“Please. Be our guest.”
Mr. Heiss glanced toward Zolrya, who had finished reducing Jerry into a field of flowers and was now picking a few to make a small bouquet. Mr. Heiss sneered in obvious annoyance, but he released Seymour’s throat.
Seymour gasped for air and clung to Sariel, hissing out, “Fuckin’... fuck…!”
“Tell your pet to let go of me,” Mr. Heiss drawled.
Day growled.
