Chapter 5 #3
Nate swallows, his eyes watching me from behind the thick-rimmed glasses. “Our revenge?”
“Well, I am your guardian, Nate.” Only until I deliver him to Gloombane, but it sounds better this way. It expresses how I feel about him. Nate bites his lip, his eyes luring me in like two whirrs about to consume my shadow, and my soul.
“If this is your attempt to get into my pants, it’s definitely working,” he says and takes a big swig from the bottle.
I grin and squeeze his knees. “Two bats with one stone. What would make Richie suffer most? Shall we burn down this house?”
Nate chuckles. “God, no. That’s the frat house. But if his truck burned down, he’d probably cry,” Nate says and squints, zeroing in on something behind me. I turn to see an oversized vehicle with a small cab in the front and a flat bed behind it.
I am now a man with a purpose. “Is that it? His truck?” I stand up, excitement buzzing in my veins already. I love exacting righteous violence.
Nate snorts. “He’ll be paying it off forever but was too cheap to insure it. It’s like he’s asking for trouble.”
I don’t understand the meaning fully but I pull on Nate’s hand and finish my beer in several big gulps. Maybe I do like it. “Come. Let’s ruin it.” I take a big swing and throw the empty bottle at the truck.
Nate stalls, staring at me with the eyes of a startled fawn. Oh, how I want to let him curl up in my arms. “We can’t—”
“Of course we can. You have the Right to Revenge,” I tell him and pull him along toward the vehicle. Two figures watch us from across the street while I focus, but I don’t pay them any mind.
Shadowy spikes grow all over my chest and arms as I draw my sword, then, without further ado, I ram myself into the side of the truck, which gives an undulating cry.
Spurred on by the excitement of my success, I jump on the elevated front of the vehicle and smash the large window with my sword.
Laughter erupts from my chest when I stomp on the metal cover.
The vehicle gives under my weight, and as the sheet of metal dips, something inside it wheezes like a beast releasing its last breath.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” shouts someone.
I stall for only a moment, sword in hand. “They have guards?”
Nate steps back, stares toward the building where we’ve been so recently, then at me, and then tosses the bottle of beer inside the truck through the broken window.
“Call the cops!” someone shouts while a group of men in costume gathers in the faint glow of the porch, gesturing toward us.
“You’re dead, Nate!”
“Fudge…” my human mutters and slides his fingers around my calf, tugging on it when one of the guards leaps off the porch and leads the party toward us.
I jump back to the ground. “These humans are no match for me,” I announce, drunk on excitement, but Nate grabs my arm.
“No, please, there’s too many of them, let’s go! We…” He stares into my eyes in a way I don’t understand. “We can’t have bloodshed.”
I groan, but if this is his choice, I shall relent. Maybe he knows something about this situation that I don’t. It is his realm after all.
“Just to be clear, I am not fleeing!” I yell to him as we run across the grass and into the street, followed by an angry mob equipped in flashing lights. “This is only because it is your wish.”
Nate briefly turns his head toward me, brows high, but he doesn’t have enough air to shout while running for his life from the pack of animals on our heels. At this rate, he’s going to start wheezing, and I’ll end up having to kill those bastards after all.
“This way,” I tell him, leading the way toward the patch of woodland where I left my kelpie.
The men are screaming his name, loud like wolves and surely just as bloodthirsty, but I’m not letting anyone touch Nate with even their little finger.
I whistle and click my tongue as soon as we’re between the trees, hoping Stone didn’t fall asleep or ran off to chase squirrels.
Relief floods my heart when I hear the familiar stomping of hooves.
I have to do a double take when he emerges, only to remember my mount has been disguised by magic and therefore looks like any other horse.
As soon as the tar black beast stops at our side, I lean down and pick up Nate to help him up. “Go on, grab the saddle.”
Nate stiffens in my grasp but doesn’t fight me and takes hold of the horn at the front, quickly sitting up. “You’re so strong…”
Of course I am. I’m Prince Tristan Bloodweed, Knight of Grief Ocean, First Lieutenant of the Nightcloaks. I shall never be a disappointment.
“Where did they go?” shouts a male voice from somewhere nearby, and I climb onto Stone’s back, settling behind my human. Sadly, I don’t have time to ponder how good it feels to press my cock to his ass, because we have to go.
“Hold on tight,” I say and grab the reins. “Stone! Find safety!”
He should understand that well enough with the mob on our tail. My kelpie is smarter than others give him credit for, and he leaps forward just as the glow of human devices reaches us through the leaves.