Page 19 of Wicked Curses
She also wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing she’d asked Belda to findanyoneelse to feed her. Plus, how humiliating would it be for the lycan to ask around this town and come up with no one?
“No,” Sahira said. “Don’t ask anyone else. I’ll make do with him until we get out of here.”
Belda inhaled a big breath and held it before exhaling. She patted Sahira’s hand before rising. “Perhaps one day.”
But the lycan didn’t sound confident as she sauntered from the table.Noonein this realm was confident of escape, but she refused to let that deter her.
If some powerful being was pulling the strings, there had to be a way to cut them, and Sahira would find it. If there wasn’t, there had to be a way out, and shewouldfind that too.
Until then, she’d have to feed from the asshole dark fae prince from Hell, but she would make him pay for putting her in this position. Thankfully, she was only half vampire and didn’t have to feed as often as other vamps.
He’d given her more reason to get out of this realm, and she would do so before ever having to feed from him.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Knowingshe had to pull her weight in this realm or suffer the consequences, Sahira placed her hands on the table as she rose. She didn’t look at Orin as she strode past the tables toward the door.
She was almost there when a small pixie with red hair and blue eyes zipped forward to bob in front of her. A trickle of red dust drifted from him as his wings fluttered, but something was off about his movements.
“Yer new ’ere,” the pixie said in a slurred voice.
“I am.”
“Wha’s yer name?”
He let out an inelegant burp that caused him to float down before bobbing back up. She stifled a laugh when she realized the pixie was drunk. And not just a little tipsy but plastered.
“Sahira. And yours?”
“Fred.”
“Fred!” she blurted.
The pixie’s eyes narrowed as he floated closer. “You got a problem with Fred?”
“Not at all.”
She’d never heard of a pixie with such a simple, non-nature-based name. They were always named after a tree, flower, or plant.
He grinned at her before flitting away to perch on the edge of Zeth’s beer mug. The demon tried to shoo the tiny creature away, but Fred leaned over the edge and fell into the beer.
His hands and legs kicked, but his soaked wings didn’t flutter as he tried to free himself. His dust turned the beer a maroon color.
“Idiot’s going to drown himself,” Zeth muttered as he plucked the soaked pixie from his drink.
He set Fred on the table. The pixie smiled as he curled into the fetal position, tucked his hands under his head, and fell asleep.
“Does he do that often?” Sahira asked.
“The Reaping has him all riled up,” Zeth answered. “It’s coming any day now, and some don’t handle the pressure well.”
Zeth draped a napkin over Fred before shifting his attention to her. “Did you sleep well?”
As well as she could in an unfamiliar realm and with a lot of noise coming from down here. Thankfully, she had a silencing spell, but he didn’t need to know those details. “Yes.”
“Good. Did you get a job?”
“I did. I’m off to start it now.”
