I look down the small alley between the houses and see cats skittering under the decking and jump. Fuck. I don’t know if they’re real or shifters!
“Come out, come out. Wherever you are?” Wendy laughs.
Back still pressed against the side of the house, I inch further from the main street. There’s a break in some boards under one house and I debate crawling and hiding, but then realize I’d be at a disadvantage. If they can shift into cats, they can move through here easily.
DAMN IT!
My phone’s in the apartment. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
True fae are fast and powerful. That’s what I remember. All I remember. Fuck!
It’s like that one time in class they were like ‘hey learn this, it will come in handy one day’ and then you spend your whole life pissed you had to learn something you will never use, and then that one day comes around when you’re stuck between two abandoned houses being chased by a bunch of idiot shifter cats and dogs, who you’re fairly certain don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground, and you wish you hadn’t forgotten it… I take a deep breath from my internal word vomit.
“I found her!” One guy shouts, jumping up and down.
Being the smart ass I am, I jump up and down too, “Where? Let’s go get her!”
He stops jumping and looks at me, confused.
I wave him on, “Let’s go!” I say, walking the opposite way as he stands there, confused.
“Not so fast,” Dick says, stepping from around another corner. What is it with him and corners?
Ta-da bitches! Only I’d slide out with jazz hands or something.
He grabs my hair and pushes me through the alleyway to the main street, where everyone else is waiting. “Let’s go before she tries anything else.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“Shut up!” He pulls my hair, yanking my neck around. “You’ll find out.”
“Do you know who I am? Why they want me?”
“No, and no.”
“Don’t you think that’s important information to have?”
This is totally going to backfire on me. Stop mouth. Stop moving. Stop producing words.
“Did you hear what happened last night?”
Seriously! Shut the fuck up!
“No,” Wendy answers, a hint of worry in her voice.
Good, use it.
No! Don’t use it.
Why am I arguing with myself?
“At the club?”
“Oh yeah!” One guy shouts, and everyone stops.
“What?” Dick asks.
“They think a true fae was at the club.”
