Bab 25: Chapter 25: Goblins, Ogres, and Pixies . . . Oh My!

Avery

I ignored the swarm of pixies. Their swords were irritating as shit. Like getting blasted from hornets but killing them stirred up just as much trouble. More would come until I had hundreds on me. Bad enough my fucking back was on fire.

This was why humans or half-humans shouldn't fuck Fae. Half my back burned after being with Darrius. Then after having sex with Malcolm, the second half was the same and damn distracting.

I burst into the castle, panting. A few the pixies fluttered in with me, but now they soared ahead looking for new prey.

"Darrius! Malcolm!" I tore upstairs, shouting their name.

At the armory, I rummaged through the cabinets and drawers for my weapons. None of them were anywhere in here. I settled for a pair of daggers and several throwing knives. The latter, I stuffed in the concealed pockets sewn into my shirt.

A yell echoed and I stilled. My entire body froze for half a second before the rush of anguish slammed into me. Darrius!