“Bullshit, I’m not going anywhere with you. If you try touching me, you’ll find I’m not so easy to kill,” she proclaims.
“Hey–Hey. Keep your voice down.” I gesture towards the top of the crater. “Kind of, not trying to draw attention here,” I sigh. Besides, she is fully nude, and we can’t go anywhere with her like this. She won’t stand a chance against the guys at Rebirth.
Figuring she is traumatized from whatever happened, being naked is the least of her worries. But what surprises me more is her unawareness that she indeed died.So yes, you are easy to kill.Regardless, magic channels around my fingers like water over a rock, and my palms rise to conjure clothes. But of course, it can’t be that simple.
“Shit, another shadow killer,” she mutters.
“Another what? You’re telling me someone wielding shadows did this?”
“Pretend all you want. You’re probably the bitch Death herself coming to finish the job.” Her hands make small fists. If who she is mistaking me as holds weight, we should have left minutes ago.
Ker, the Goddess of Death, would never be seen roaming in her true form. Plus, her abilities are more frightening than mere shadows.
Pebbles and dust tumble down the walls of the crater, and both of our attention adjusts towards the source. “You, down there, freeze!” a male in all-black commands, haphazardly pointing a weapon. Switching his concern between her and me, he lingers on her nude body a little longer than what’s required.
“Ughhhh, I don’t have time for this.” My tone is agitated. Flicking a wrist, white light flings from my hand, and another pull of magic intensifies my cramps. Like I’m on my period along with having contractions. “You, freeze.” As if he’s made of stone, all his movements cease. Even the life within his eyes appears frozen. “Asshole.”
I fight the urge to lurch forward and grab my side, thinking of Ethan’s words. “Weakness is not allowed.”
“What did you do?” she yells, further aiding my annoyance. But I disregard her, picturing her in anoutfit more suitable for this moment. Going over boots, shirts, and pants in my mind, I see the little ray of sunshine take up a fighting pose, and I groan.
“Hey now, that’s not necessary,” I chide, slightly admiring how perfect her form is. Or body. Hell, let’s say both.
“Fuck you,” she yells, charging towards me like a shifting beast, and my head dips with disappointment.
With little emotion, I speak, “Freeze,” stopping her body identical to the male above. “This could’ve gone much easier, but noooo, you decide going full psycho is better than being friends. Now you’ll be dressed like a spoiled fayling.”
Using more aura than anticipated, I conjure clothes, then manipulate her body to slide them on.
Exhaustion sends me staggering, and my time here only proves that fay are never meant to mingle in the mortal realm. I heave a few exaggerated exhales and allow my aura to settle. The pain becomes more bearable.
Afterwards, I stand behind her, retreating a pace or two, and am quite pleased with myself. Although she looks like complete shit, deep down, I couldn’t have been prouder.
The uproar above multiplies, and our time dwindles. The last thing I need is another mortal bearing witness.Flicking a wrist, she unfreezes, but my distance remains in case her intentions are other than…grateful.
The soft soil eats away her balance, and she stumbles. “You know, time is of the essence, so, if it pleases you, I’d prefer we leave,” I snort, holding back a giggle.
She turns sharply, revealing a puzzled expression whilst speaking between her clenched teeth, “You do have shadow powers. He used the same damn tricks.”
“No, my ability is better.” Sweeping the loose strands of hair from my face, I reiterate, “And again, I’m not here to kill you. Look down.”
She gasps. “What did you do, and what the hell am I wearing?” She picks at the items with distaste. A baggy shirt, not too tight sinceshe’s struggling to breathe, high-rise, blue jean shorts over a pair of black tights for mobility, and a pair of black ankle boots to protect her sensitive feet.
It all makes sense, right? Plus, this is what mortals wear based on their favorite designer, Kim Kordisan. Or whatever the hell her name is.
“You meant to say, thank you for dressing me, obviously. My best work, may I add.” I relinquish a smile for good measure. Alex said mortals become less tense when you smile. How he knows that is beyond me. “Now ask yourself, if I’m here to kill you, why cover you in garments beforehand?” I muse. But before she answers, another intruder presents himself.
“What the hell–hey, freeze!” he shouts, swiveling between us and the motionless fellow, teetering on the edge. Their interruptions are becoming rather tiresome.
“Damn it,” I hiss, freezing him instead whilst pressing towards her. “We need to–”
“Don’t take another–”
“Freeze.” I smirk. Look at us playing voice tag. Cute.
Her body stiffens, mouth open, and amusement pushes my cheeks into a gleeful smile. She is becoming my new best friend, since you know, we’re bonding so well.
“I heard yelling down in that hole. Who’s down there?” a few mortals above inquire.
