Page 79 of Missiletoe
What was wrong with me? Why wasn’t I calling the police?
“Fine. When they get here, I’ll take care of them. Then you’ll see just how bad they all are.”
“Take care of them?”
Mike held up a blood-covered hand, and fire danced along his fingertips.
There was an answering spark of fear inside me, but I didn’t hesitate. What if Vix came, and Mike set him on fire? I couldn’t let him hurt my bunny.
I forced myself to crouch down by Mike and act like the fire fascinated me. My acting skills suck, but I didn’t have to do it for long. As soon as I was within touching distance, I grabbed Mike's head and slammed it against the concrete.
He was out like a light, and the fire he’d created went out too.
I fell back on my ass and groaned when my injured leg kicked up a fuss. I touched the area and winced. It was bleeding a lot, so I tore off a piece of my own shirt and wrapped it up the best I could.
“What am I going to do with you?” I asked Mike’s unconscious form.
If I let the cops have him, he’d hurt a lot of innocent people and then escape. If I let Vix’s family have him, he might hurt them and then escape. Neither of those ideas were an option.
:I think I can help with that.:
“Trixie?”
:I can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?:
I gave her a tired laugh. “Apparently not. How can you help?”
:My creator won’t want someone like him here. He’ll want me to bring Mike to him. Let me have him, and you won’t have to worry about him anymore.:
“Do I have a choice in this?” Trixie would never hurt me. I knew that, but the way she was talking made me feel like Mike was going to her creator no matter what I decided.
:I won’t take him from you, Paris. But if you don’t give Mike to me, you will probably meet my creator soon.:
A chill went up my spine. Something told me that I really didn’t want to meet her creator.
“Will your creator kill him?”
:I don’t know. All I know is that my creator will make sure he can’t use magic anymore. It probably depends on what kind of mood he’s in and how Mike acts around him.:
“Crazy. Mike is going to act crazy around him.”
:That would be in his favor, then. My creator usually doesn’t kill crazy people, but he will make sure Mike can’t hurt anyone.:
“If I ever see Mike again, I will let Vix’s family do whatever they want with him.”
:You’ll let me have him then?:
“As long as you and your creator can promise he never comes back here again.”
:I can promise that.:
“Then he’s yours. Take him.”
:Thank you, Paris.:
Trixie took Mike’s pant leg in her teeth and dragged his unconscious body into a shadow under the nearest tree. As soon as they were both fully covered in darkness, they vanished.
What a day.
