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Willow
Shit. I hadn’t meant for that to happen. I’d only wanted to mesmerize him enough to stop him. Then I could explain. I did need his services. I had someone, well, a bunch of someones, actually, who needed to be taken out now and in the future. I needed someone who could approach the matter professionally, and unfortunately, as I was on the outs with the Court, I couldn’t make use of the assassin’s guild. I also couldn’t do it myself, as that would be against the rules. The rules state that a hit must be done by a professional. Otherwise, it’s murder and not just business. No assassin’s guild means I have to look outside of the Realm, which led me across the Veil to the mundane world of the humans where I found myself one of their professionals.
I couldn’t simply kidnap him. The rules plainly state that the professional must agree to a contract. Fae contracts are binding, everyone knows that. It’s why they tell you to check the terms carefully and beware of trickery. The trickery isn’t against the rules. It’s expected, after all. So, when I sent out the contract and included letters the same color as the background the text was on, lining the margins and filling the spaces in between the lines, it was within the rules. When he agreed, he agreed to it all, he just didn’t know it. Again, entirely within the rules.
I was going to explain that to him and show him the proof but he’s gone and succumbed to my charms. I would just have to wait. I summoned a chair and sat down before calling up hazelnut mocha with whipped cream and marshmallows. Hopefully, by the time I’ve finished it, he’ll be lucid enough to listen. Then we can go home. To my home, that is. I am so ready to be back there. I’m exhausted from the party that I charmed everyone to believe was for me, including the birthday girl. It had been too much to ask for me not cause a wee bit of mayhem. Those Tinkerbell balloons were too much to resist.
The Ghost began to stir. He managed to sit up as I watched him dispassionately, not offering to help. For one, I doubted he’d appreciate it. For another, I’m now his master. He hasn’t earned my compassion and might not ever. He worked his jaw, his tongue darting out.
“Wha?” he managed.
I sat my now empty cup down. “Good, good. Sorry, didn’t mean to whammy you quite that hard. Do you remember me telling you that I’m the one that hired you?”
He nodded, his gaze flicking to my mouth, a look of wariness in them. Excellent. He needs to keep that sense about him. The Unsidhe Court is not for the naive and foolish.
“Right. Well, while the guy you’re going to hit tomorrow deserves it, he’s not the only one you’re contracted for.”
He jerked his head at this, challenge blazing in his eyes.
“Nuh uh, uh!” I waggled a finger at him. “Just listen. I’ve unglamored myself, so what you see is the real deal. I’m a High Fae, an Unsidhe Fae. I needed to hire an assassin, and the guild is off-limits to me, so it had to be a human. You were on the short-list I made, and you were available, so here we are.”
He shook his head, violently. He’s a stubborn man, I’ll grant him that. I’ll have to break him of using that streak with me. The idea of that excited me as I imagined just how I’ll do it.
“Yes. You agreed to the contract.” I whipped out my I-Phone and pull up the document stored in my Dropbox. I showed it to him and his jaw clenched.
“Just one,” he rasped.
“You didn’t look close enough, human, before closing the bargain.” I switched over to Google docs and opened the same document. I showed him that, then changed the white text to blue. His eyes widened and he shook with rage.
“Fucker!” he said.
Oh, now that’s a pretty picture. Ghost on his knees, ass in the air as I plow him from behind. My cock hardened at the thought. Yes, we must certainly do that, I decide. First, though, it’s time to go home.
“Look, tell you what,” I said to him, making myself sound as if I’m reconsidering. “Let’s get off this rooftop and go somewhere else. We can have a chat about the other hots and your recompense for them.” I held my hand out. He looked resigned but took my hand to shake on it. Once his hand was in mine, I pulled him to me and opened a rift. Then, I leaped, taking him with me, and we landed what looked like a few feet away, but is really worlds apart. I released him. He couldn’t cross by himself as he doesn’t have the magic to do so, and he couldn’t force me as I have to use my will to call upon the magic within me. He could run at that rift all he wanted until it closes in a few moments, but he would’ t be able to reach it to cross to the other side.
He staggered, but my hold over him from being mesmerized is completely gone now. He looked around. From his expression, I was relatively sure that he’s shocked and very pissed off. That supposition is borne out when he balled his fists up by his side and spoke.
