Swiftly I ran from the room in desperate search of a bathroom. A minute more with Ethan and I would have lost all my self-respect. I was beyond tempted to strip and tackle him. Even though his words were pretty, I knew I could have him if I pushed the issue. That would be wrong and I knew I'd live to regret it, no matter how much I enjoyed it in the moment.
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Holy crap he made a lot of noise. I could hear him grunting and yelling out in the living room. Clearly he was having more fun than I was. I couldn't bring myself to orgasm if my life depended on it. So not fair. The hum of the shower nozzle blocked out most of his sexual noises, but not all of them. He must be into the kink. It sounded pretty violent out there. He was really spanking the monkey in a big way. Wait. If I listened to him getting off, I might be able to pretend he was with me and I could have the mother of all orgasms…I turned off the shower and got ready to pass out from ecstasy, but he was done. Damn it, it was totally silent. I couldn't even sense him anymore. Maybe he stepped outside to cool off.
Totally grumpy, I slipped on the obscene clothing that The Kev had left for me. It was probably a good thing Ethan had taken care of things because this outfit was not going to help matters. I was wearing hip hugging jeans, a black push up bra and a sheer midriff icy pink top. The spike heeled black boots were hotter than Hell and I knew as slutty as I might look, I was working it. At least the brands rocked—Prada, Stella McCartney and Agent Provocateur. The Kev's wallet was definitely thinner after having bought this stash. I wondered which outfit Ethan had picked. It looked like mostly leather…
"Ethan?" I called as I rounded the corner and took in what used to be a cozy and orderly living room. What the Hell? It was a freakin' mess. The furniture was overturned and broken. The Kev's heinous blanket lay in tatters on the blood covered floor. Blood covered floor? "Ethan," I shouted. Something was very wrong.
I stopped and shut my eyes. I was a Vampyre and a Demon. I must have some kind of Spidey senses. I was also a True Immortal—whatever the Hell that meant. Think. Just think. He wasn't here but I could smell his scent. His fury still lingered in the room, but it was mixed with something sinister and vaguely familiar.
Fairies.
Fairies had been here, but I wasn't sure which ones. Damn it. I hadn't paid enough attention to the individual scents of the bastards. Bastard wasn't a bad word. It was a person born to an unwed mother. Not that I was using it that way when referring to the bastard Fairies, but I felt a little better knowing it had a double meaning.
Getting down on my hands and knees I crawled around the room and sniffed like a dog. My gut clenched in fear for Ethan. The blood was his. I knew his blood deep inside me. Had I had his blood? No time to figure that out at the moment. How had they taken him and why? He was Jon Bon Jovi, for God's sake and I was Pink. I thought these bitchass Fairies were obsessed with famous singers.
Oh my freakin' Hell, had The Kev set us up? Did he leave so they could take us? No. That didn't feel right. The Kev was my friend. He was my teacher—he taught me how to kill and how to protect myself. He was the mate of my best friend and he loved me like a child. He was the godfather to one of my many children. Which child? Why couldn't I remember my children? What kind of suckass mother was I? I curled into a tight ball on the floor and clutched at the torn pieces of the horrible fleece blanket until the searing pain of remembering passed. Motherhumper in a sequined boob tube. When would this end?
I crawled over to the map which was miraculously still in one piece. I closed my eyes and ran my hands over it, including all of the areas outside of the city. As my hands grazed the map I felt the information settle in my head. I now knew exactly where I was and exactly where I was headed. Where they took Ethan was the unknown, but I hoped to be able to sense him or run into The Kev along the way. If all else failed I would start with the Magic Mystery Castle and the Grand Fun Palace. Maybe after I saved everyone we could all take a ride on the fucking Ferris wheel…Fuck was now added to my vocabulary. It was an outstanding word that could basically mean just about anything. It could be used as a noun, verb and adverb. It rolled off the tongue with ease and even if you spoke a foreign language it was difficult not to understand fuck off or off you fuck or fuck you. As a concession, I would only say fuck four times a day. However, not knowing what I was walking into I was reserving the right to use it more—just for today.
Chapter 13
When your child tells you he has an imaginary friend, do not discount this as fantasy. Oftentimes your child isn't imagining anything. If he persists with alarming and violent stories about this fictional buddy, it's probably a Troll. Do a thorough search of your home and kill it. Decapitation works best. Some imaginary friends are harmless. However, it's wise not to take chances.
The terrain outside Xanthia proper was rough and the spike-heeled boots weren't helping. I could see the amusement park in the distance, but getting to it was a challenge. The foliage was dense and the strangest species of animals wandered around eating the leaves and occasionally each other. Lovely. The green and orange striped beasts that resembled warthogs were the ones I avoided at all cost. I knew I could take one out, but having to fight an entire pack could ruin my outfit. I hadn't thought to bring any extra hooker clothes so I needed to take care of the ones I was wearing.
"It would be easier if you just flew," a tiny voice informed me.
I jerked around but couldn't find the source of the voice. What the heck was it? Where in the heck was it?