Sorcha took out her phone and turned on the light so that she could get a better look at it.
Luke used his powers to take her phone from her hand and turn off the light. “Don’t scare them away.”
“Who?”
He didn’t answer her as he knelt on the ground and uncovered more of the rock formation. Then he began making a strange chittering noise. Similar to the cicadas, yet very different. She had no idea how to describe the pleasant sound.
Suddenly, a light appeared from the mound. The size of it was similar to a firefly. Only this was an eerie green.
The light danced on an erratic path around the grass until Luke captured it in his fist.
Hissing, Sorcha covered her ears as a horrendous screech sounded.
“Stop it,” Luke growled at his fist. “Or I’ll pull your wings off.”
The sound stopped instantly.
“Better. Now show yourself.” Luke opened his fist.
That light made a circular glowing pattern in the darkness. It grew bigger until it formed the body of a handsome man in his early twenties. With short black curly hair, he only came to the middle of Luke’s chest. His wings were so clear, they looked as if they’d been made of gossamer. They also appeared so soft that she wanted to reach out and touch them.
And it made her curious as to what Luke’s wings would look like. Definitely not so fragile.
No. His would probably be more akin to a bat. Leathery and battle ready.
The much shorter fey sneered at her partner. “What do you want, Prince of Perdition?”
Luke tsked. “That’s a tough one. Thinking of pulling off a pair of wings to add to my collection. Yours are just so pretty…”
The fey started to leave only to cry out in frustration. “What have you done to me?”
“Fey trap. I find them as helpful as a lure. Poor you that your parents didn’t teach you how to avoid them.”
The fey began to laugh. “You’re right. They didn’t. But my brothers taught me something more important.”
No sooner had he spoken than a dozen more lights shot out from the rocks. Like the fey had done, they spiraled and became much larger.
Sorcha reached for her weapon, only to remember that Reyes still hadn’t issued her one. Crap!
While her blood was rushing through her veins, Luke didn’t appear shaken at all.
In fact, he laughed at them. “You might want to rethink what you’re doing, boys.”
“You might want to release our brother.” That one was almost as tall as Luke. Not quite as muscular, but by his tone, she surmised that he thought he was equal to Luke in height, weight and martial abilities.
With a deep sigh, Luke shook his head. “Let’s not get in a pissing contest. I promise mine is bigger and shoots farther.”
Ew! She didn’t even want to think about that.
A blond fey tripled his size so that he towered over Luke.
With a laugh, Luke stepped back from the first fey so that he could punch the huge one. That blow sent the fey flying into the darkness. Luke turned toward the others. “Next victim. Step forward.”
They attacked at once.
Sorcha started to help, then realized why Reyes had told her not to worry about being armed around Luke.
Using his powers, he flipped one fey into the air and as he went for a second one, a harsh light flashed, blinding her. She closed her eyes to shield them, but she could hear fierce growling.
