Page 6 of The Stones for It
Instinct had me reaching for my own.
But not quick enough.
“Thieving bitch!” Fury contorted the scarred male’s features, and he launched something metallic right at me.
A wall of grey leapt into its path before I could move, and a dull thud sounded. Wicked black spikes greeted me along the gargoyle’s spine, running right down his thick tail.
Magic fizzled through the air.
“Move!” I hissed at the big oaf, panic sparking in my veins as I darted around his enormous wing.
I stopped short, blade raised uselessly.
The gargoyle held a dark metal sword, the tip resting at the human’s throat.
Blood welled, trailing down the man’s pale neck to pool at the hollow of his collarbone. His hands were already raised, trembling in the universal gesture of surrender.
The fae definitely didn’t have a weapon like that on him a second ago. I’d have noticed a sword that beautifully crafted before even his giant marble dick.
He stared the human down impassively, face as unforgiving as the most desolate of peaks from the Highlands back home.
Warmth curled around my hip, pulling me back into a solid, furred heat.
Neiron.
“Are you ok?” he rumbled in my ear with the edge of a growl. His soft nose nuzzled into my neck and he inhaled deeply. “My precious siren, I will tear his shrivelled heart out.”
I shook my head, a smile tugging at my lips, and leaned back into the heated strength of my psycho kitsune. “That’s sweet of you to offer, Fluffles, but he’s not worth it.”
The bastard may have just thrown a knife at me, but I didn’t want him executed.
Wide human eyes found mine, and his mouth worked once, twice, before he stuttered, “H-help.”
I squeezed the hilt of my dagger, and anger gripped me right back. “Well, aren’t you as bright as a Scottish summer? Iamhelping, even though you just tried to attack me.”
Another derisive snort from the gargoyle had my eye twitching. “Typical humans. You betray even your own kind.”
“Hey, don’t judge us all by this moron.” I pointed my fiery blade at the trembling idiot in question, skewering him with a glare. “Piss off now, while you still can.”
The gargoyle held his blade unwavering, like it weighed nothing. I knew from experience how difficult that was. I was nomaster swordsman, but all human soldiers had been taught the basics of fighting with blades. If our firearms failed us, our iron swords or knives would have to get the job done.
“Yes, do as the mouthy one says and scurry away with your pathetic life.” The fae sneered. “Before I change my mind and show you why gargoyles are truly feared.”
“Mouthy?” I quirked a brow at the arrogant bastard.
Neiron snickered, lapping up the drama with foxy glee.
The human stepped back, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste, before turning tail and sprinting off into the gloom without so much as a ‘thank you’.
Despite what he’d said, I half-expected the brutish gargoyle not to let his prey go. Or to chase after him and cut him down along with the illusion of freedom.
He hesitated, like he might be considering it.
Instead, the prickly fae finally lowered his sword and turned his back on the fleeing human. My eyes dropped to his broad chest.
And the metal shard sticking out of it.
Chapter four
