Page 10 of Immortal Sins
She crosses her arms around her tight frame. “I didn’t have a choice. Fae don’t belong here. Not long ago, you would have agreed. They made life miserable for us mortals. They attacked usfirst.”
“Beth wasn’t a Fae.” I press my tongue behind my teeth not to say more.
At that, a previously hidden layer of guilt and anguish shines just enough on Allie’s grief-stricken face for us to understand each other. It’s clear as day she feels remorse for what she did.
How could she shun everything she loved in favor of a devious man? I wish I could lay it all out in the open, but she’d just run, like always. Before I push her buttons any more, I need to gather enough information to drill some sense back into her. Allie won’t rot in prison for someone else. If she believes she’s in real danger, there might be hope to crack her open, yet.
5
A HORSE'S KINK
“Step back, mortal,” Flynn says with a self-aggrandizing sigh. He caresses the door leading to Oz’s old office with great—and weirdly intimate—care. A smooth magic ring slowly stretches to life near the doorknob. The Fae passes a hand through the solid pane as though it’s no big deal and twists the lock open.
The door squeaks on its hinges. I screen the doorway for an active spell, but find only dust and gloom.
Flynn grips the crown molding above the door and lifts himself off the ground, swinging into the room like raw nerves on legs. “Now, if you were a unicorn horn, where would you be? Not here; I say.”
The restless, show-off energy unnerves me. “You bug me.”
He dashes forward, his feline movements slick and quiet. “You asked me to come.”
“I didn’t.” I lock the door behind us. Most of the books, folders, and pictures are already gone, but a few cardboard boxes lie on the desk, and I walk over to them.
“You asked with your eyes,” Flynn says.
I shoot him a death glare wrapped in poisonous honey. “Tell me. Am I asking anything with my eyes right now?”
His school-girl giggle sparks flames under my palms.
I’ll take a restless, jumpy Flynn over the malicious and cruel one, but I can’t understand why he came. “If anything, you being here jeopardizes my chances. They’re watching you.”
“The Magus he tasked with surveillance are dumb. They don’t seem to realize I can basically walk through walls.”
Flynn’s ability to carve portals into the ether allows him to travel through solid matter, or basically teleport behind someone—a skill he loved to use to thoroughly kick my ass in the Duel ring. One second he’s in front of you, and the next, he steps through a fresh portal behind you and trips you up.
I open an unlabeled box. Oz’s whole life is relevant to this search. Even if the horn isn’t here, any information on him could become vital. “How do you summon those portals?”
Flynn cracks his knuckles. “Dimensional rings.”
I roll my eyes. “How do you summon thosedimensional rings?”
“How do you summon fire?”
“It’s not something you learned in Faerie?”
“Nope.” He emphasizes the word with a loud, obnoxious pop and sifts quietly through the drawers without disturbing anything.
My brows raise. “You make a good spy.”
“Lots of practice.”
I eye him sideways, wondering if he’s kidding, but before I can ask, a loud knock resonates behind us. My gaze flies to the closed door.
“Daniel?” The voice is male, but I can’t quite place it.
Flynn whispers a quiet, “Fuck.”
I hold my breath.
