Page 15 of My Monster's Keeper
Wilder growls.
“Well, that was fun. Are you going to stop now?” Stix asks from where he’s leaning against the door frame.
“Go away or I shall eat you,” I snarl.
He laughs. “Hurry up, we’re leaving in a minute.”
I whip my tail, putting a hole in the roof and destroying the plumbing. Wilder curses and wipes white dust off him, but, otherwise, he follows the obedient and well behaving Faeling.
I, on the other hand, consider the spray and give myself a moment to really fantasize about our inevitable future. I lick my lips and then scurry onto the roof and vanish into the dens of these strange, pink, exploding humans.
Chapter 5
Becky
This is totally bat shit crazy, and I can’t figure out why I’m going along with this. I just don’t know where else to go.
Hartley drives us to a carpark and turns his head to look at me. He points with his index finger. I follow the direction and find our chief sitting with the mayor of this city. They’re sitting outside a pub, a small table between them, drinking beers and smoking cigars.
“What am I looking at?”
Diablos reaches between the seats and presses the glass of the windscreen. It shimmers and then clears again. This time, what I see makes my stomach churn. The man who’s sitting with my chief isn’t a man, it’s a blue-skinned, horned creature that has what appears to be four legs. I lean forward, not quite sure of what I’m seeing.
“I can sense your hesitation. I know the boys are going to be, well, to put it bluntly, a pain in the ass to deal with. But I want to show you why I set this up. There are some of my kind who arrived and immediately started to infiltrate humanity and take over the new world, this one.”
I stare at the blue man.
“Is that real?”
“Yes,” Diablos whispers.
“Why me?”
“Because you believe in the right thing. You refused to pull that trigger. I need someone like that. They will eat and kill and kill and eat. But you, you’ll be the voice of reason. Also, they chose not to kill you. Every other human they have wanted to consume, but there’s something about you that made them stay their hands. They listen to you. I need that.”
“They won’t listen to me!” I murmur, following the blue guy as he walks into the pub. My department gets their orders from that guy. Is he the one who is authorising this complete fall into bedlam?
Is he the one responsible for Grant’s death?
I narrow my eyes. “Are we making that creature accountable?”
“We will be, yes.” Hartley grunts and scratches the side of his face.
My door opens, and Frost leans in, stealing the can of coke in the console. He doesn’t move backwards, just leans over me and drinks like I’m not even here. I sit stiffly, daring not to even breathe while he downs the entire can. When he’s done, he turns his head and exhales a cloud of ice air on my face.
“Do you mind?” I snap.
“Not at all,” Frost murmurs.
“You hate your name because everyone calls you Jack Frost, don’t they?” I say with a malicious smile.
His grin drops away, and he leans even closer to me. “Do not call me that name.” He hisses, and I see the man who smiled with sharp, pointed teeth. I see the inhumane nature of the creature beside me. But I have a reaction, I know how to get under his skin now.
“Fine. But step back because I don’t like you being in my space.”
“Tis not your space. It’s the space, and I needed to be here. It’s your own fault for not moving.”
I snarl. He snarls back.
