Passion's Price Pt 3
The Night Shift
by
Ellie Mack
Keegan stretched and smiled. Salena was an
amazing lover. She matched him move for move, and even bettered him a few times
he’d have to admit. She might make this assignment tolerable after all. Dealing
with Lee was worth it if he could counter it with Salena.
She was like no other women he’d known. Her
dark features striking, her deep brown eyes were sultry yet demure, and her
body was divine. He reached for her without opening his eyes only to find there
was nothing there. He sat up abruptly, disappointed that she had gone. Keegan
raked his fingers through his disheveled hair while searching the room hoping
that just maybe she was still here.
He spotted the folded note on the nightstand,
and knew. He swung his legs down, reaching for the note at the same time.
“Thanks for the best time I’ve had in ages.
Hope to run into you again.”
Salena M.
“Bloody hell!” He made his way to the
bathroom grumbling. He’d lay odds Lee had something to do with it.
* * * *
It had been a week; no sign of Salena at the
club, at any local restaurant, not even at the gas station. Keegan was a
brooding mess by the time he settled into his apartment.
“She’s just a female, get over her arsehole.”
Lee threw the insult at him like a ball of fire.
“Shut it.” Keegan was in no mood to hear
Lee’s insults.
“Was it that you haven’t had any for so long
that you were so grateful to the whore for giving you a mercy fuck? Or that
you’re actually the brood mare.” Lee walked in a slow arrogance, sauntering
across the floor without any cares.
Keegan jumped up from his plush chair, and
slammed Lee to the ground. “I said shut the fuck up you arsehole.” He threw a
punch that if Lee had been human would have broken his nose. “I doon expect ya
to understand ya heartless fairy.” Keegan was bent over him, his face close to
Lee’s.
With a blast of force, Lee threw Keegan off, into the far wall as bones cracked, Keegan sliding down the wall into a
heap. He lay there for a few seconds his chest rising and falling before
endeavoring to rise. Slowly, Keegan pushed himself up, twisting his neck
popping, then rotating his shoulders popping then adjusting his back as a
series of loud grating, popping noises could be heard.
“Pathetic human. You’re no match for me.” Lee
sent another force in thought that slammed him back into the wall.
Keegan squirmed against the force trying to
break free to no avail.
“Good, now that we understand each other.
You’ve got work to do. Quit sulking over the female, there are hundreds more
for Danaa’s sake.” He sent a piercing pain through Keegan's right shoulder.
Keegan clenched, but didn’t utter a sound.
“Save your fight for my dark brethren. The
elders report there is an open portal that hundreds are streaming through. If
you’re done with your little sulk, you have a contract to uphold.”
“I dinna sign your fuckin’ contract. I do it
to honor my fatha.”
Lee chuckled. “Yes well, . . . one way or the
other you have a job to do.” He picked up the Sword of Light and placed it in
Keegan’s hand and winked. “Get on with it.” At that he sifted Keegan to the
location of the portal.
Keegan found himself at steel doors at the
base of the Golden Gate Bridge. To the right of the door was a cleft in the
rock, where the stone was crumbling away. As he stood, three Dark Fae wriggled
their slimy bodies through the opening, making their hideous screeching sounds.
“Oh bloody hell! He set to work, just before
a horde of them began to emerge from the small cavern hidden by the crumbling
wall. Keegan knew his job well. He performed the skilled ballet of a seasoned
warrior with the grace and ease that would have been expected from a smaller
man instead of one of his massive size. The slightest touch from the Sword of Light
sent them back through the portal, squealing that ear splitting screech they
had.
He had to pursue some up the hill, towards
the bridge then noticed about a dozen climbing along the chains on the
underside of the bridge. “Damn!” He took off after them. Climbing was his least
favorite, and the under structure of a bridge had been his demise thrice already.
Thank the Fae for their healing powers, he’d been revived and had some of their
Fae magic coursing through his veins giving him a form of immortality. As he
climbed the super structure he spotted a figure clad in black climbing steadily
about 500 feet ahead of him. It was a slayer.
It had been some time since he'd run across a slayer, since his first Fae
round up in France ten years ago. As he climbed faster he noticed the sleek grace
this slayer had, a confidence in their movements, a reserved power of ease in
their style. He almost admired the slayer’s form, except they aided the enemy.
Slayers actually aided the dark Fae. A deception spoken to an elite sect of
warriors, in a time when battles had lessened on earth was easily grasped with
manifestations of the dark Fae creatures that emerged before them. By
destroying the Fae however, it upset the delicate balance that had to be
maintained to keep the wards between the realms.
He seemed to move slow and sluggish as he
watched the first two creatures drop, changing to a human form in midair before
they fell into the waters below. He was too far away, Keegan couldn’t get to
this slayer in time without a boost of Fae magic. He spoke the words and
touched his gold torque, and was suddenly thrust in front of the slayer. His
sword tip brushed three of the Fae, causing them to nearly dissolve into a
black hissing mist, that trailed back inside the cavern. He rushed ahead, in
order to reach the remaining Fae before the slayer.
When He had sent the last one screeching
towards the cavern he turned to deal with the slayer. The slayer froze before
him, crouched with a catlike grace, then bolted back to the shore swinging with
ridiculous ease to he shore.
By the time Keegan had both feet planted
firmly on Terra firma; the slayer had long since bolted, speeding off on a
black bike. He had one answer at least. He walked to the wall where the stones
crumbled and began the chant to close the portal. He knew it would be temporary
until he could find the source that opened the portal in the first place.
