Page 26 of Sinful Curses
One or more of them must have either leaned over the cliff to look down or poked their head out a hole in the wall that he hadn’t noticed.
“We’re only here for a couple of days,” Sahira said, “and we’re not here to cause trouble; we’re just looking for answers.”
The one in front of her waved his spear in Sahira’s face. Orin didn’t care about the weapons pointed at him, but his hands fisted as the imbecilic creature threatenedher.
“There are no answers here,” the brownie told her with a hint of the Scottish brogue the one before Orin had displayed.
“Get that thing out of her face!” Orin snapped.
“We’ll do what we want, dark fae,” the tiny creature spat at him.
“Should I cut off his dick, Puth?” one asked.
Something poked him in his crotch, and Orin glanced down to discover another prodding him with a small sword. He would prefer not to smoosh the annoying creatures; he wasn’t a bully who enjoyed picking on things smaller than him, but if that asshole didn’t stop, he would learn how to fly.
“He’s a dark fae; it’s probably rotted off by now,” Puth retorted, and Sahira snorted a laugh.
Orin glowered at the brownie in front of him. He was sure this creature was aware immortals didn’t get diseases like that, something the rat confirmed with a smirk.
He smiled in return before ripping the spear from the brownie’s hands. “Now, get that weapon out of her face!”
The force of him tearing the weapon away caused the brownies to sway before they regained their balance and went ramrod straight again. Puth cursed Orin and pulled a sword from the sheath on his back.
When he pointed it at Orin, he almost ripped it away, but Sahira’s words soothed the growing fire inside him. “It’s okay, Orin. I don’t think they mean us any harm.”
Orin rolled his eyes; even if they did mean them harm, there was little these tiny imbeciles could do. He ignored the paper cut he received when he shoved Puth’s sword away and stalked past them to Sahira.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Clasping her elbow,Orin drew her closer to his side as the tower that had guarded him turned and rushed over with surprising speed. She stiffened against his side.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
“Nooneis going to wave a weapon in your face.”
“They’re harmless.”
“We are not!” the one in front of her squealed. “We’ll kill you for that.”
“Easy,” Sahira said. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“The hell you didn’t!”
She bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing, but whereas these annoying gnats amused her, Orin had had enough of them.
“I’m sorry I insulted you,” Sahira apologized. “I didn’t mean to.”
The top brownie scowled at her while Puth returned to pointing his sword at Orin. He had to give them credit; they were still trying though they had to know they couldn’t win a battle like this.
Orin started to tell Sahira not to apologize to these things, but as much as he’d like to flick Puth in the head and walk away, these creatures might have some useful insight into this realm. It was doubtful, but if they did, he wouldn’t get it by deciding to turn them into darts.
He could play nice… sometimes.
When the brownie in front of Sahira waved his spear in her face again, Orin forgot all about playing nice as he pulled it away from the man and snapped the six-inch-long weapon between his fingers.
“We’re not attacking you,” he growled. “You’ll offer us the same courtesy, or I’ll kill you all.”
“Orin,” Sahira gasped.
