beaded up-do.
"Bex. I'm surprised you accepted my invitation," a tall man said. He walked swiftly towards his guest.
"What, and forgo a chance to kill the number one on my hit list? I'm no idiot." She collapsed onto the huge patio furniture and paused, listening to the fountain water. She appreciated beautiful things and vowed to one day kill him and take over this exquisitely designed home. She shook her head from her daydream and looked at her host with a tepid smile.
Gregory Balliste, the leader of the Faction, hated supernaturals, but when he heard Bex was in Atlanta, he knew it was a smarter strategic move to work with her than compete with her. They both wanted to kill Jade, after all.
"Continue what you began in the letter. I'm intrigued," Bex said. Gregory watched as the maid poured Bex a glass of honey water. The fairy grabbed one of the daisies lying on a plate and dipped it in the sweet water. She bit the head off the flower.
"It goes without saying that you can trust all food and drink in my home. I am not my predecessor." He folded his hands on his lap. The breeze blew his toupee flap up. He held it down and put on a baseball cap.
She smiled and nodded. She remembered killing Herbert last year. He shouldn't have poisoned her drinking water with licorice. Licorice was deadly to fairies. She licked her fingers and motioned for him to continue. She hated humans -- probably as much as they hated her.
"Jade is an abomination, really," Gregory continued. "Had it not been for her evil father, we'd only have to deal with shapeshifters and fairies. Now, with her in the mix, she's opened up the door for other crafty supernaturals— no offense—"
"Offense taken, but continue," Bex said.
He gulped, "— for other supernaturals to breed, creating super supernaturals."
"Super supernaturals," she repeated. She cocked her head to the side and said, "I hate this. Jade thinks she has the right to exist. She should be begging at my feet. If she was at my feet, do you know what I'd do, Gregory?" She leaned toward him.
"No." He waited. He held his breath.
She stood up and plucked a rose from a bush. Her finger bled and she let her blood trail down her hand, down the hem of her yellow dress. She dropped the rose and crushed it beneath her shoe. "I'd kill her. And I'll have no mercy when I finally see this Jade face to face."
"We have one of our new Supernatural Hunters on detail with Jade, Alejandro Bienamie. He's shown promise. Best of all, they are neighbors. Alejandro is thirsty for his first catch."
"A Sup Hunter? Really?"
"We prefer Supernatural Hunter, if you don't mind."
She stood up and was immediately flanked by two fairy guards. "I don't care what you call yourselves as long as she's dead by tonight."
Five
Henri looked around the empty warehouse. He wondered what he'd gotten himself into, but more importantly, he wondered how Jade was. Part of him wondered if his ex-business partner, Michael Denkins, kidnapped him to steal the business back. The world of health food drinks was very competitive, he thought.
He hummed to himself as his mind worked all the scenarios out. He realized he needed his inhaler. He felt his chest tightening. The dust in the warehouse wafted in the shaft of light streaming from the window. He wiggled his hands but nothing happened. He couldn't reach his inhaler.
"I need my inhaler. Hello! My inhaler. This isn't some elaborate escape plan, for God's sake. I sell natural juices. No skills here except making a killer juice." He laughed at his own joke. He coughed, and then broke into tears.
Someone walked by and undid the ropes around his wrists. The person put a bag over his eyes. "Use the inhaler, use the bathroom, then I'll give you a sandwich. I'm not trying to kill you." They handed him the inhaler.
He lifted the hood to slide the inhaler into his mouth. Henri caught a glimpse of his captor's shoes. They were green high top sneakers.
* * *
Jade couldn't believe she
"Bex. I'm surprised you accepted my invitation," a tall man said. He walked swiftly towards his guest.
"What, and forgo a chance to kill the number one on my hit list? I'm no idiot." She collapsed onto the huge patio furniture and paused, listening to the fountain water. She appreciated beautiful things and vowed to one day kill him and take over this exquisitely designed home. She shook her head from her daydream and looked at her host with a tepid smile.
Gregory Balliste, the leader of the Faction, hated supernaturals, but when he heard Bex was in Atlanta, he knew it was a smarter strategic move to work with her than compete with her. They both wanted to kill Jade, after all.
"Continue what you began in the letter. I'm intrigued," Bex said. Gregory watched as the maid poured Bex a glass of honey water. The fairy grabbed one of the daisies lying on a plate and dipped it in the sweet water. She bit the head off the flower.
"It goes without saying that you can trust all food and drink in my home. I am not my predecessor." He folded his hands on his lap. The breeze blew his toupee flap up. He held it down and put on a baseball cap.
She smiled and nodded. She remembered killing Herbert last year. He shouldn't have poisoned her drinking water with licorice. Licorice was deadly to fairies. She licked her fingers and motioned for him to continue. She hated humans -- probably as much as they hated her.
"Jade is an abomination, really," Gregory continued. "Had it not been for her evil father, we'd only have to deal with shapeshifters and fairies. Now, with her in the mix, she's opened up the door for other crafty supernaturals— no offense—"
"Offense taken, but continue," Bex said.
He gulped, "— for other supernaturals to breed, creating super supernaturals."
"Super supernaturals," she repeated. She cocked her head to the side and said, "I hate this. Jade thinks she has the right to exist. She should be begging at my feet. If she was at my feet, do you know what I'd do, Gregory?" She leaned toward him.
"No." He waited. He held his breath.
She stood up and plucked a rose from a bush. Her finger bled and she let her blood trail down her hand, down the hem of her yellow dress. She dropped the rose and crushed it beneath her shoe. "I'd kill her. And I'll have no mercy when I finally see this Jade face to face."
"We have one of our new Supernatural Hunters on detail with Jade, Alejandro Bienamie. He's shown promise. Best of all, they are neighbors. Alejandro is thirsty for his first catch."
"A Sup Hunter? Really?"
"We prefer Supernatural Hunter, if you don't mind."
She stood up and was immediately flanked by two fairy guards. "I don't care what you call yourselves as long as she's dead by tonight."
Five
Henri looked around the empty warehouse. He wondered what he'd gotten himself into, but more importantly, he wondered how Jade was. Part of him wondered if his ex-business partner, Michael Denkins, kidnapped him to steal the business back. The world of health food drinks was very competitive, he thought.
He hummed to himself as his mind worked all the scenarios out. He realized he needed his inhaler. He felt his chest tightening. The dust in the warehouse wafted in the shaft of light streaming from the window. He wiggled his hands but nothing happened. He couldn't reach his inhaler.
"I need my inhaler. Hello! My inhaler. This isn't some elaborate escape plan, for God's sake. I sell natural juices. No skills here except making a killer juice." He laughed at his own joke. He coughed, and then broke into tears.
Someone walked by and undid the ropes around his wrists. The person put a bag over his eyes. "Use the inhaler, use the bathroom, then I'll give you a sandwich. I'm not trying to kill you." They handed him the inhaler.
He lifted the hood to slide the inhaler into his mouth. Henri caught a glimpse of his captor's shoes. They were green high top sneakers.
* * *
Jade couldn't believe she
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