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“Anyone who denies the magi risk the wrath of them.” With her head held high, she pushed open the door to an empty room. “We need food and drink.”
“Where is everyone?” I asked putting my hand on my belt only to realize no weapon hung there. “You really need to give me a knife.”
“Shh.” She moved deeper into the quiet room. Lanterns flickered on the empty bar.
A cigar lay in an ashtray on the bar, still lit.
My senses tingled and I turned to see a crossbow aimed at us. I grabbed Kelia by the waist and dodged out of the way as a bolt thudded into the table behind us. “Get down!”
I laid on top of her, using my body to shield hers.
Blue magic shot out of her fingertips. The blast threw our assailant against the wall and the crossbow slipped from his hands. Kelia and I quickly got to our feet.
“How dare you,” she snarled.
The man’s gaze narrowed at me. “His kind are not welcomed here.”
“Whatever grievance you have with the dark fae,” I said, stepping behind Kelia who held her hands out. “It is not with me.”
The man grunted. “What do you want?”
“We need shelter for the night and food,” Kelia said.
“That’s all?”
“That’s all. Will you behave?” Kelia let the blue fire dance on her fingers.
“Yes.” The man grunted, and she released her hold.
“Good. I’m hungry.” She dropped her bags on the floor. “Get us something to eat.”
The man grumbled and scurried behind the bar through a door.
I leaned near Kelia’s ears. “That was fun to watch.”
“These people don’t realize the danger we’re all in. It might change their attitude if they knew who they were assisting.” She found a table and sat. “I’m thirsty.”
“I’ll see if I can assist our innkeeper to find us some ale.”
The innkeeper mumbled to himself, and I heard pots banging against something. Not wanting to bother the man, I grabbed two steins and poured ale from a barrel behind the bar. The amber liquid sloshed in the mugs as I walked back.
“Here we go.” I placed them down and Kelia snatched one.
She guzzled the ale, the liquid splashing her chin and sliding down the corners of her mouth. I was beginning to think my little magi had a drinking problem, that or she held her liquor very well. She certainly didn’t act like a drunk.
“Steady, little sparrow.”
She slammed the stein on the table and burped, loudly. “Don’t call me that.”
I tipped my drink at her. “Very well,Kelia.”
The innkeeper approached our table carrying two bowls. “Some nettle soup and bread.”
“Thank you,” I said while Kelia ripped into the bread like a savage. She really did not care what anyone thought, and I liked it. Who knew being raised by a bunch of old men could make a woman so likeable?
“I don’t have any rooms here, but there’s a barn out back that you can stay in.”
Kelia eyed the innkeeper and his face flushed before he stumbled back and out of our sight.
