Avery
I ignored the swarm of pixies. Their swords were irritating as s**t. Like getting blasted from hornets but killing them stirred up just as much trouble. More would come until I had hundreds on me. Bad enough my f*****g back was on fire.
This was why humans or half-humans shouldn't f**k Fae. Half my back burned after being with Darrius. Then after having s*x with Malcolm, the second half was the same and damn distracting.
I burst into the castle, panting. A few the pixies fluttered in with me, but now they soared ahead looking for new prey.
"Darrius! Malcolm!" I tore upstairs, shouting their name.
At the armory, I rummaged through the cabinets and drawers for my weapons. None of them were anywhere in here. I settled for a pair of daggers and several throwing knives. The latter, I
