“My life is here.” Her gaze is steady even though her voice trembles.
I draw in a breath. There isn’t time to argue. The other gyfnos has given up on the bag, a food wrapper hanging out of one of its mouths, and has joined the hunt. The walls tremble with their growls. Any fae in the building will hear it and fear. The humans will blame the weather, their neighbor, anything to avoid what’s right in front of them. The unlucky ones figure out the truth and then can’t unsee the horror—it’s rare, but it happens.
I grit my teeth. I’m not leaving Jenna to die, even if she doesn’t want to be saved.
I fire twice, quickly. The explosion of shadows and silver is beautiful. Specks of silver from the gun land on my ungloved hand, burning and leaving dark starbursts.
I grab Jenna’s hand, then run for the window. I holster the gun, tear open the curtains, and open the window.
She tries to pull free. I love her fighting spirit, even if it is misguided. “I’m not going with you.”
“We can’t stay here.” Between cops and gyfnosau, we’re fucked. I gather her to me, she’s wriggling and kicking like she expects me to give up on her, then I jump.
