Mira pursed her thick lips, her voice taking on a higher note. “You sure you don’t want to join us in the water? Come, it’s so warm.”
Rae felt her body tense at the command, magic, she presumed. Unfortunately, she had no access to her aura, and because of that she didn’t have a chi. At least, she assumed she didn’t have a chi. Magic, unless blatantly obvious, passed over her like the wind. It was a vulnerability she couldn’t have in her line of work, so she tried to keep up to date with the different Breeds she was likely to encounter. There was a lot of lore surrounding the Fae, and as they never confirmed, or denied anything relating to them, she wasn’t sure how accurate the information was.
A pain in the arse, but that was what she got for choosing sirens to clean-up for her. Sirens, who according to an old, ripped, book in the small, quaint book shop she’d fallen in love with when she’d first joined the Guild,sangtheir victims to death.
Rae unlocked her muscles, movements stiff as the earbuds blocked the compulsion to follow the beautiful women to the water. Where she was sure she’d survive for long enough to take one last breath before disappearing beneath the mirrored surface. Walking around the car, torch facing the uneven earth beneath her feet she paused, barely able to make out the outline of the open boot.
“Fuck,” she cursed, sweeping the torch over the empty insides. Wires that were probably supposed to alert her when the boot was open were ripped, the frayed copper mocking.
“Is there a problem?” Mira purred, appearing around the side, footsteps silent. Her long, white hair draped over her breasts, lips curved into a sensual smile. “Come with us, you’ll love the water.”
Rae found herself taking a step forward before she locked her knees. “Back off!” she said, voice a sharp bark as she slammed the boot shut, only for the bloody thing to rebound back up, the latch torn clean off.
Mira’s smile grew, revealing her terrifying razor-thin teeth. Needles, ones Rae had witnessed on more than one occasion tear and shred.
“I said back the fuck off!” Rae grabbed the gun tucked beneath her skirt, finger straining to reach the trigger. The shot hit only an inch from Mira’s webbed toes, kicking up the dirt. It caused all three women to jump back with a screech, enough time for Rae to throw herself into the driving seat, shove the car into reverse, and get herself out of there.
Chapter4
Titus
Titus’s chest burned, as if every vein was pulsing with magma. His whole torso ached, as well as his spine, and pretty much every muscle possible. Probably because he’d been pretzeled into the boot of a fucking car.
He’d never felt an ache like it, every movement excruciating.
Grazes and cuts marked his arms, his palms bleeding from where he’d used them to catch his fall. He’d expected the driver to notice him missing, if not from the noise of punching through the latch, then from the sheer weight shift as he’d rolled himself out. Except, apparently she couldn’t hear above her own, off-pitch singing.
Climbing to his feet with an audible groan, he touched his chest, sinking his finger into the hole with a wince, and felt the metal imbedded. “Great,” he mumbled, scanning the area. He could see reasonably well in the dead of night, thanks to his glyphs, but nothing but darkness surrounded him. No road, no signs, or even trees. Nothing but dirt, rocks and tyre marks. If there were buildings, they were miles away, the city not even a silhouette in the distance.
Where the fuck am I?
Reaching into his back pocket, he found his phone, the screen smashed. “I swear to the fucking Fates,” he growled, ignoring the glass as it cut into his thumb, scrolling through the contacts.
“Yo, this is Sythe…”
“Hey man, I need a –”
“I can’t come to the phone right now… probably because I’ve better things to do. Leave the secret password, and I may, or may not get back to you.”
Titus waited for the beep.
“You’re a fucking idiot, Sy.” Leaving the message, he scrolled to another one of his brothers.
“What?”Jax answered on the first ring.
“I need a pick up.” Ti could picture Jax’s scowl, an almost permanent fixture on his brother’s face.
“Why?”
“Because I need a fucking pick up.” Titus called for patience, the beginning of a migraine starting to pulsate behind his eyes, just adding insult to injury. “Can you track my phone?”
A pause.“What the fuck are you doing all the way out there?”
“I wanted to go for a walk,” Titus drawled, beginning to move in the opposite direction of the car, his hand slipping down his side. “I have to… Fuck!”
“What?”
Titus’s yanked at the holster, ignoring the burning across his chest. “That bitch stole my fucking gun!”
