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He smiled, then again they should know better to trust a monster.
OYE
“I wasn’t sure you’d come.” Lanias said as she opened the door to her office.
Oye shot her an annoyed look, as she rolled the four balls of metal around in her hand. “I wasn’t going to, but I figured I should at least see what you’ve been texting me about. I thought we’d already decided on our next move," she said as she walked briskly into the office and plopped down on the sofa. She tossed the four metal balls into the air where they remained. “I can’t think of any reason why; it would need to be changed.”
As usual, Lanias pulled her favorite cigarette from her black box. “Because we can’t do it alone.” Her lips screwed up in distaste. Oye knew her cousin well, and Lanias wasn’t a witch who liked failure. In fact, she was the first to punish a witch for it. “The human world has its rules, and those rules must be upheld. If we seek to keep peace between this world and theirs.”
Taking this in, Oye absentmindedly turned the floating balls into flat discs. “So, the next thing you have me doing is going to the human world. Why?”’
“Asher,” Lanias said, blowing out some smoke. “He works for one of the Top wizarding families. Originally we thought he was nothing more than a gopher, but his status has been upgraded to minion.”
“So, you’re thinking someone ordered him to hire that chalk warlock,” Oye concluded aloud.
Lanias gave a short nod, as she turned to face her leaning her back against the desk. “Yes, and whoever it is must be the money behind the now, rotting in hell—Dr. Clinger.”
“Right, and so you’re asking me to recover him—” Oye trailed off, because her cousin’s request was never that normal. Especially not when it came to relics from their past. Lifting her hand, she grabbed one of the disks and played with it like it was putty, squeezing it between her fingers. “Even with the Nerium returned, I don’t necessarily want to dive right back into taking lives.”
Lanias stared at her for a weighty moment before she scoffed. “You say that every time. And like I said before, it’s up to you whether you kill them or not. My only concern is protecting our women and the dreams they are trying to build.” Her black eyes sparked as she flicked the end of her cigarette into the ash tray to her right. “Not that I care much about the lives of sinners. Killing them is so much more convenient to me.”
The three metallic balls melted and floated to Oye’s right hand and were absorbed by it. “I guess that’s true,” Oye said as she stood, giving Lanias her back. “Anything else?”
“Do you mind handling a small errand for me?”
Oye groaned, knowing the errand wasn’t small at all. She half-turned, “Seriously? And here I thought I was off the hook.”
“Yeah, right. I need you to go to the docks and convince some outliers that trafficking females isn’t a good idea.” She picked up a small calling card, “And please bring back at least one to be questioned.”
Oye grumbled, Lanias always assigned her jobs that tested her “Do-not-kill” philosophy.
She was trying to be a peaceful Witch, dammit!
“You did this on purpose didn’t you,” She complained, marching over to her cousin and snatching the card out of her hand. She always tried her best to be cool headed, but sometimes when dealing with trash she found herself more excited tearing them limb from limb, then getting any answers from them. Maybe, she was still damaged from all those years ago. A line of cruelty inherited from her childhood experiences and the loss of her mother.
She didn’t bother saying goodbye, as she left. On her way out of the club she spotted the sun peaking over the high buildings and could hear the low pitch growls of wyverns as they flew over. Pulling a square piece of silver out, she tossed it to the ground and watched as it slowly grew turning more and more into her favorite motorcycle. Taking her side bag from off her shoulder and clicking it onto the back bike, she unsnapped her helmet from where it hung from the strap and pulled it on while throwing her leg over her bike, she settled down.
She would hit her apartment for a quick sleep, and then she’d go after the men later.
CASTIAN
“This is where you’ve been hiding.”
Castian didn’t bother turning around, he already knew who stood behind him. Raijin didn’t approach him, instead the large ogre stopped at the doorway to the roof. The wind was cool and cutting as it blew against his cheeks. His eyes were focused on the rising sun, as his hands stroked the metallic surface of his beast. His legs swung over the side of the building, as he mentally counted the stones of the building across from theirs.
“103,104, 105…”
“…Aren’t you going to talk to your friend?”
The voice cut through his steady counting, his hand stopped, and his feet stilled.
“Tonight, there is supposed to be a delivery of humans, I want you to go and stop it,” Raijin said, little emotion in his voice. Castian could feel his red eyes boring into his neck, but he didn’t want to turn around and meet the other male’s gaze. If he did, he’d see something ripped and torn, a face of a killer. Especially as he found himself sort of fond of his leader. “If you can bring one, or two in for questioning, that would better our chances of finding out more information about the ‘lord’ individual.”
“And my supposed partner?” he asked, as he removed his hand, the metal of the creature he’d made beside him moving and shifting like flesh as it grew smaller and smaller until it was nothing more than a thin staff setting on the cement next to him. “Has Tiller not confirmed the mission yet?”
Raijin released a sigh. “He still hasn’t contacted me, but we can’t just sit around waiting for him to get back to us. We’ve been asked to suppress some trafficking between this realm and the human world.”
Castian frowned. “Wouldn’t we be better served investigating the Unseelie or seeing where the equipment for the experiments were purchased from?”
