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still couldn’t grasp, well, any of it.
Jesus fuck, he was Fae. Like Sariel, Malik’s half Seelie–half Unseelie son and the Pack’s good
friend. Maybe he could trust the guy to answer some questions for him discreetly. Once Sariel recovered and got over the fact that Kalen had been seduced into letting the witch loose, who then almost killed Sariel on his daddy’s orders. Yeah, the Fae prince would be happy to have a heart-to-heart with Kalen, become best buddies.
Right. That would happen.
Kalen was brought out of his thoughts when Malik reached a doorway off the kitchen. The doorway
opened to a flight of stairs that led down. Right into a dark, creepy basement, it appeared.
Kalen balked. “You want me to go down there with you? I’ve seen this movie, and it didn’t end so
good for the stupid hero.”
“I’m not going to harm you. You have my word.”
“I’m sure that promise is worth framing and hanging on the wall.”
Malik descended the steps, waving a hand as he passed. Several lights came on, and at least Kalen
could see to the landing at the bottom. With a sigh, he went after the Unseelie. If he was making a
mistake, this would likely be his last.
Kalen was completely unprepared for what he found.
In the center of the basement floor, hanging with his arms bound above his head, was a man he
recognized. A big son of a bitch he’d met just once before—
That night, weeks ago, when the guy and his hick asshole buddies had attacked Kalen at the Cross-
eyed Grizzly.
Billy Beer Gut.
Four
“What the fuck’s going on here?” Kalen looked from the frightened man back to the Unseelie. “Why
do you have this shithead tied up in your basement?”
The shithead in question darted his gaze from him to Malik, eyes bulging in fear. The sharp stench of
urine reached his nose. It permeated the room, and a dark stain was visible at the crotch of the man’s dirty jeans.
“I see you remember Billy,” Malik said pleasantly, as though they were getting reacquainted over a
nice dinner of wine and lobster. “He’s been kind enough to join us for a brief reunion.”
“Listen, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but Billy is good and scared now. Right, Billy?”
“Y-yeah! I got no beef with either of ya’ll!”
“See? I’m sure that’s what you wanted, and you’ve had your fun. Let him go and I’ll wipe his mind.
He won’t remember this ever happened.”
“What would be the point in that? He has to know what he’s done wrong.”
Before I kill him went unspoken, but Kalen was suddenly, dreadfully sure that’s what Malik had planned. “He knows. Isn’t that so, Billy?”
The man found his voice, nodding emphatically. “H-hell, yeah! R-right! I recognize the purty fella
here, from that night at the Grizzly.” He laughed nervously as though sharing a joke. “We don’t git
many dudes like him in our neck of the woods and we was just havin’ us a little fun, that’s all! I swear we wasn’t gonna hurt him or nothin’!”
“As though you could.” Malik scoffed in contempt. “Fat slug of a human.”
“H-human?” He glanced around in confusion.
“Malik, please. Let him go.”
“He must pay, my pet.”
“For what? Him and his buddies ganging up on me? It’s not the first time that’s happened, and you
can’t go around killing everyone who tries to walk all over me. . . .”
He trailed off, seeing the catlike expression on Malik’s handsome face. The triumph. And in that
moment he realized two things.
First, the hapless Billy wasn’t leaving this basement alive.
Second, Malik had killed on his behalf before. When? How many? Every single person in the entire
time Malik had been following him, since he was a homeless teenager?
“Yes,” the Unseelie answered his thoughts. “Every last one. And they were delicious.”
“Christ.” Kalen pushed a hand through his hair, feeling sick. Helpless. He couldn’t think of that now.
“You can’t do
Jesus fuck, he was Fae. Like Sariel, Malik’s half Seelie–half Unseelie son and the Pack’s good
friend. Maybe he could trust the guy to answer some questions for him discreetly. Once Sariel recovered and got over the fact that Kalen had been seduced into letting the witch loose, who then almost killed Sariel on his daddy’s orders. Yeah, the Fae prince would be happy to have a heart-to-heart with Kalen, become best buddies.
Right. That would happen.
Kalen was brought out of his thoughts when Malik reached a doorway off the kitchen. The doorway
opened to a flight of stairs that led down. Right into a dark, creepy basement, it appeared.
Kalen balked. “You want me to go down there with you? I’ve seen this movie, and it didn’t end so
good for the stupid hero.”
“I’m not going to harm you. You have my word.”
“I’m sure that promise is worth framing and hanging on the wall.”
Malik descended the steps, waving a hand as he passed. Several lights came on, and at least Kalen
could see to the landing at the bottom. With a sigh, he went after the Unseelie. If he was making a
mistake, this would likely be his last.
Kalen was completely unprepared for what he found.
In the center of the basement floor, hanging with his arms bound above his head, was a man he
recognized. A big son of a bitch he’d met just once before—
That night, weeks ago, when the guy and his hick asshole buddies had attacked Kalen at the Cross-
eyed Grizzly.
Billy Beer Gut.
Four
“What the fuck’s going on here?” Kalen looked from the frightened man back to the Unseelie. “Why
do you have this shithead tied up in your basement?”
The shithead in question darted his gaze from him to Malik, eyes bulging in fear. The sharp stench of
urine reached his nose. It permeated the room, and a dark stain was visible at the crotch of the man’s dirty jeans.
“I see you remember Billy,” Malik said pleasantly, as though they were getting reacquainted over a
nice dinner of wine and lobster. “He’s been kind enough to join us for a brief reunion.”
“Listen, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but Billy is good and scared now. Right, Billy?”
“Y-yeah! I got no beef with either of ya’ll!”
“See? I’m sure that’s what you wanted, and you’ve had your fun. Let him go and I’ll wipe his mind.
He won’t remember this ever happened.”
“What would be the point in that? He has to know what he’s done wrong.”
Before I kill him went unspoken, but Kalen was suddenly, dreadfully sure that’s what Malik had planned. “He knows. Isn’t that so, Billy?”
The man found his voice, nodding emphatically. “H-hell, yeah! R-right! I recognize the purty fella
here, from that night at the Grizzly.” He laughed nervously as though sharing a joke. “We don’t git
many dudes like him in our neck of the woods and we was just havin’ us a little fun, that’s all! I swear we wasn’t gonna hurt him or nothin’!”
“As though you could.” Malik scoffed in contempt. “Fat slug of a human.”
“H-human?” He glanced around in confusion.
“Malik, please. Let him go.”
“He must pay, my pet.”
“For what? Him and his buddies ganging up on me? It’s not the first time that’s happened, and you
can’t go around killing everyone who tries to walk all over me. . . .”
He trailed off, seeing the catlike expression on Malik’s handsome face. The triumph. And in that
moment he realized two things.
First, the hapless Billy wasn’t leaving this basement alive.
Second, Malik had killed on his behalf before. When? How many? Every single person in the entire
time Malik had been following him, since he was a homeless teenager?
“Yes,” the Unseelie answered his thoughts. “Every last one. And they were delicious.”
“Christ.” Kalen pushed a hand through his hair, feeling sick. Helpless. He couldn’t think of that now.
“You can’t do
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