By Colleen Foley
Submissive, my happy ass. Kid had
pissed me off with that, and somehow I’d been freed of both magic and
hive. Go me. I’d stabbed Seth with bristling good cheer and then,
knowing exactly where the brat was, pelted off to explain things to him.
One ejective shot to the temple knocked him out cold. I deposited him at Seth’s feet like a puppy returning a tossed ball.
I nodded at the slowly bleeding wound I’d inflicted and shrugged.
“Really sorry about that. What say we sell the little shit to a crossroad demon and go find Big Bad, eh?”