Fairy Tale: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Lillim Callina Chronicles Book 3) by J.A. Cipriano
Authors: J.A. Cipriano
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beneath me like a wounded animal, which, I guess he was. “If you don’t… well let’s just say I will penetrate you in a way you really won’t like.”
Chapter 7
I’d only had to shoot the Prince of the Burning Ash two more times before he finally told me where to find Kishi, which, I’ll admit, was a little crazy. I mean who gets shot four times at close range to protect information that you don’t really care about very much? Talk about being stubborn.
I was on my way there now. Unfortunately, I hadn’t counted on wasting seven shots on the guy. Now there were only thirteen shots left in my extended, twenty round magazine. If there were fourteen more bad guys down there, I was going to be in trouble. Hell, if there were two more guys like the Prince, I was going to be in trouble. It wasn’t like I could reach in my overcoat pocket and pull out a spare magazine. If I wanted to reload or swap magazines, I was going to have to open my spirit pouch, and somehow, I didn’t think the bad guys were going to wait. Too bad my dress didn’t have pockets, otherwise I’d be stuffing them chock full of bullets right about now.
I paused at the corner and peeked my head around. Two more of those golden-armored guards stood at attention outside the door to what I assumed was the prison tower. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I swung my body around the corner and dropped into a two-handed firing stance.
The shot hit the left guard in the center of his chest, punching through his golden armor and sending him staggering back against the wall. I dove to the side as the second guard’s spear whistled by my ear. I hit the ground and rolled to my feet as he came toward me already swinging his short-sword through the air.
My second bullet caught him in the right shoulder, making him drop the sword. It clanged to the ground with a metallic thump as the guard screamed. I leapt to my feet and dodged past him as he slumped to the ground gripping his arm, blood spilling out through the seams of his armor.
I was glad that worked. I wasn’t sure what the penetration would be for a 9mm round on enchanted golden fairy-armor. Then again, if the bullets were as effective on fairy magic as they were on the Prince, whatever spells they used to harden the armor wouldn’t work. Good for me.
I tried the door. Locked. Swell.
The first guard was still slumped on the floor, blood oozing out from his armor and pooling around him. I steeled myself and pulled the keys from the guard’s belt. They were covered in sticky blood, and I had to resist the urge to wipe them on my dress or fling them across the room. I unlocked the door and sighed. I should keep the keys. It would be the smart thing to do, even though I really wanted to hurl them down the hallway.
I snapped them to my belt, glad that accessories like belts and swords didn’t seem to fall under the “one layer” rule and pushed the door open. The hallway was lit by luminescent purple moss that led to a spiral staircase a few feet away. There was no noise coming from the rooms on either side, which was good. If there were other guards present they would have come after me by now.
I shuffled forward, gun out and ready to fire. A shadow spilled out of the room ahead of me. I threw my back against the wall and held my breath. The metal surface was cool against my skin as I waited for the shadow to move, to edge out and give me a target.
Whatever it was would be better off staying put because, honestly, I was in a shoot first, shoot later, and don’t bother asking questions kind of mood. That should have scared me. It didn’t.
That should have scared me more. I’d just shot two guards in cold blood without even blinking. I didn’t know if they were dead or not, but I really didn’t care either way. Hell, I’d shot the Prince of the Burning Ash four times and felt nothing. If something popped out of that room I was going to shoot it too, and I wouldn’t stop until it was
Chapter 7
I’d only had to shoot the Prince of the Burning Ash two more times before he finally told me where to find Kishi, which, I’ll admit, was a little crazy. I mean who gets shot four times at close range to protect information that you don’t really care about very much? Talk about being stubborn.
I was on my way there now. Unfortunately, I hadn’t counted on wasting seven shots on the guy. Now there were only thirteen shots left in my extended, twenty round magazine. If there were fourteen more bad guys down there, I was going to be in trouble. Hell, if there were two more guys like the Prince, I was going to be in trouble. It wasn’t like I could reach in my overcoat pocket and pull out a spare magazine. If I wanted to reload or swap magazines, I was going to have to open my spirit pouch, and somehow, I didn’t think the bad guys were going to wait. Too bad my dress didn’t have pockets, otherwise I’d be stuffing them chock full of bullets right about now.
I paused at the corner and peeked my head around. Two more of those golden-armored guards stood at attention outside the door to what I assumed was the prison tower. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I swung my body around the corner and dropped into a two-handed firing stance.
The shot hit the left guard in the center of his chest, punching through his golden armor and sending him staggering back against the wall. I dove to the side as the second guard’s spear whistled by my ear. I hit the ground and rolled to my feet as he came toward me already swinging his short-sword through the air.
My second bullet caught him in the right shoulder, making him drop the sword. It clanged to the ground with a metallic thump as the guard screamed. I leapt to my feet and dodged past him as he slumped to the ground gripping his arm, blood spilling out through the seams of his armor.
I was glad that worked. I wasn’t sure what the penetration would be for a 9mm round on enchanted golden fairy-armor. Then again, if the bullets were as effective on fairy magic as they were on the Prince, whatever spells they used to harden the armor wouldn’t work. Good for me.
I tried the door. Locked. Swell.
The first guard was still slumped on the floor, blood oozing out from his armor and pooling around him. I steeled myself and pulled the keys from the guard’s belt. They were covered in sticky blood, and I had to resist the urge to wipe them on my dress or fling them across the room. I unlocked the door and sighed. I should keep the keys. It would be the smart thing to do, even though I really wanted to hurl them down the hallway.
I snapped them to my belt, glad that accessories like belts and swords didn’t seem to fall under the “one layer” rule and pushed the door open. The hallway was lit by luminescent purple moss that led to a spiral staircase a few feet away. There was no noise coming from the rooms on either side, which was good. If there were other guards present they would have come after me by now.
I shuffled forward, gun out and ready to fire. A shadow spilled out of the room ahead of me. I threw my back against the wall and held my breath. The metal surface was cool against my skin as I waited for the shadow to move, to edge out and give me a target.
Whatever it was would be better off staying put because, honestly, I was in a shoot first, shoot later, and don’t bother asking questions kind of mood. That should have scared me. It didn’t.
That should have scared me more. I’d just shot two guards in cold blood without even blinking. I didn’t know if they were dead or not, but I really didn’t care either way. Hell, I’d shot the Prince of the Burning Ash four times and felt nothing. If something popped out of that room I was going to shoot it too, and I wouldn’t stop until it was
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