He falls beside his friends, and the last guy moves over to Zack. The fear on their faces matches mine.
“Titan, would you still like to continue with your assault?” her voice lazily calls out.
“N–No, ma’am.”
“Good. Now take your hands off her.”
My vision blackens with an unsettling wave of dizziness, and I shake my head to escape it. An acidic taste still lingers, but Speak Easy’s environment returns, and those once dead, nowstand huddled. All except for this Titan guy, whose massive hands are still placed on my shoulders.
Sweat drips down his forehead, and he broadcasts an expression of horror.
“W–What…just happened?” I ask, still trembling and confused. She releases his arm in tandem with him releasing my shoulders.
“Let’s get out of here.” He turns to Zack.
“I’m not leaving until I get what I want.”
“I wasn’t asking.” Titan’s large frame redirects towards the group. “If the two of you know what’s good for you, you’ll follow me out. Let Zack perish on his own. I’m not dying for this shit.” The others share a look before racing after him without another word.
“This isn’t over,” Zack threatens, upon fleeing. “And I’ll be seeing you soon, Kyra.”Great, another enemy.
Alise revisits her seat, picking up her beverage and ignoring Zack’s threat. “Kyra, would you like your drink?” she asks, holding it out.
For however long, I stand with my brows pinched, frozen. I’m still in shock after witnessing her murder two men with a smile more twisted than Angie’s. My chest aches from the continuing beating within. But here she is, unfazed and drinking like nothing happened.
“Kyra?”
“No, thank you. I should…” Trying to force my feet to move, I mumble, “Leave.” Yet my body continues rejecting me at every sign of trouble, disregarding the notion to flee.
She’s dangerous–no–a threat. No way she took on three guys and walked away unscathed.
“Your heart’s pounding. Please sit and let me explain,” Alise insists. “I won’t hurt you, promise.” How can she tell I’m nearing a heart attack?
In truth, with the number of people wanting me dead, it’s better to have someone with her strength as a friend rather than an enemy. At least right now she is being nice.
With a deep sigh, I pat my legs and take a seat, not knowingwhere to put my attention–the door in case Zack returns, or Alise. *Sigh*
“Hi.” Is the one word willing to venture out. There are more, but not as pleasant.
She searches through the menu, pinpointing a beverage, and summons it. My quick glance catches that its name resembles ‘Long Island,’ and I feel like I might need two.
“You’ll want another after you finish this one,” she chuckles, me along with her, but mine’s more…nervous. At least we both agree on more drinks.
I down the remainder of my old one and began anew. Sweet and strong wrestle my taste buds as she adjusts towards me.
“In explanation, I belong to House Death, and my dominant magic order is blood. Specifically blood manipulation, and with their life fluid–well–it’s mine to play with.” Alise smiles, and I sip my drink with a little more speed. “My secondary order is sight, which allows me to show whatever I want them to see using a single touch,” she says, taking another sip and catching me off guard. “Two orders with one being a bloodline magic.”
“Uh-huh.” I take a sizable gulp of my drink and swallow the fear of her information along with it while trying not to be impressed.Badass. She’s a terrifying badass.“What’s a bloodline…magic?” I’m not sure if I’m asking the right question, but then again, this is far from swinging magical cocks, weapons, sigils, and shifters.
“Where to begin? Each of the four Houses has fays with special magic. Mine is blood. A rare ability others don’t possess unless they’re from the same bloodline somehow. Those with rare abilities are sought after for favors, hence Zack’s pestering,” she trails off.
“What did he want?”
“For me to induce more blood flow into his little man’s area. You know, so he can boast about its size.”
“Why couldn’t he enchant it, or something, like rock guy?”
“Rock guy?” Alise chuckles.
