Chapter 24 #2
“Good. Just do not hurt her anymore.” I nod to my VP.
We have to find this pixie. Get what we need and head back to the club. I do not want to be away from Delaney for too long. The thought of being away from her puts me on edge, especially since we have not found the last Fury.
My priority is getting this done fast so I can get back to my woman and finally do what I should have done, to make us both be at peace and happy.
“People really pay for this shit?” Camo comments, making me laugh.
“Yeah, brother.” I slap him on the shoulder.
“Back in 1943, I knew of a man who paid many thousands for a corset a whore wore while fucking him.” I laugh.
“He did not.” I nod.
“He did. Then in 1961, a mayor of the state I was currently living paid half a million dollars for a painting he believed was some guy who was evil and knew dark magic. Messed up if you ask me.”
“Let me guess, you were living in New Orleans.” Halen laughs.
“I was. Good times there, brother. Good fucking times. I am planning on taking Del when things settle.”
The thought of traveling with Delaney makes something in my chest swell with the need to show her what the world is like outside of Salem, hell, Massachusetts.
“This is the place.” Looking up, I take in the two large brightly lit storefront windows. Both showcase artwork that looks like scrap metal that fell out of a recycling factory.
“There.” I nod to where I can see the little pixie standing, talking to two men in suits.
“Okay, try not to break anything.” Camo chuckles.
“I did that one time, fucker,” I scoff.
“Yet you cost the club over a quarter of a mil.”
“I was good for it.” I push through the door, allowing Camo to walk in before me.
People turn to watch us walk in, as we stick out like sore thumbs. They are dressed in suits and flashy dresses, and we are in dirty denim, boots, and leather.
“Can I help you gentlemen? I think you may be in the wrong place,” a twinkling male voice says from my left.
Tuning to look, I see a male pixie wrinkling his nose at us, and I growl. He flinches, taking a step back.
“We have come to see her.” Camo points to who we need to see. The firecracker of a pixie rolls her eyes and walks toward us.
She carries herself with confidence and if I was not now hooked on my woman, I would give her a try; I have not fucked a pixie before. Short white hair, bright violet eyes, she is dressed in a green dress that glides behind her like she is walking on air.
“What can I do for you?” she asks, her gaze flickering over the three of us.
“You know who we are?” Camo asks, and she nods. “Then you know we come wanting something from you. Looking around, I can tell that you do not want anything that would disrupt what you have going on here.”
“What is it that you need from me?” She leans in, reading his patch. “Camo.”
“Can we talk somewhere private?” he says to her.
“Follow me.”
“Petra, you cannot be alone with the-these thugs,” the puny man whines, trying to stop her.
“I will be fine, Percy. Please take care of my other clients.” She looks back to us. “Follow me, gentlemen.”
“Fucking hell, never been called a gentleman before.” Camo chuckles.
We enter what looks like her office, and she sits behind a large glass desk and waves her hand to the two chairs.
Camo sits, but both Halen and I stand behind him, ready for anything that might happen. Pixies are usually tame and serene creatures, but once pushed, they become evil little fuckers.
“We need some of your hair and dust.” Camo gets right to it.
His request doesn’t spark any reaction from her. Her gaze moves over all three of us and I have to say, it is a little unnerving. She lingers on me the longest, and the brightness of her eyes dims, like she is seeing into my soul and only finding darkness.
“Can I ask why you need this from me?”
Camo nods. “We were informed that your genetics, your DNA, carries a potent strand that could potentially help a sick child.”
“It does. Before I do this, I would like more information on the child.” She looks VP square in the eyes. “You see, your request is not the first, and my compliance is often abused.”
I growl. I fucking hate supernaturals being used and abused for their powers. Petra looks at me, arching her brow as she rests her locked hands together on the desk.
"The child is only two years old. He has a blood disorder that is making him weak; they believe that his mother was poisoned while pregnant. The effect of it is only now presenting itself. Here.” Camo hands her his cell phone so she can see photos of the boy.
The room is eerily quiet; their breathing is the only sound that can be heard, until Petra lets out a quaint gasp.
“He looks so small.” Her hand goes to her mouth.
“He is getting weaker by the week,” Halen adds. “There is only so much I can take to help him.”
“You are the healer of the club?” she asks him and he nods.
“I am.”
She studies him.
“I have heard of you, Halen.” Something passes between them, something charged, that’s for sure.
She clears her throat, and she hands the phone back to Camo. Then she takes a fortifying breath, pushing to her feet. I watch her every move, not sure what she is about to do.
I do not know her from Lucifer, so as the Enforcer of the club, it is my duty to protect my VP and Halen.
She pulls open a wooden door of an old-looking cupboard. Dropping to her knees, she presses a few buttons, then a door pops open. Leaning in, she collects something, then sits back, closing her eyes and muttering something too quiet for any of us to hear.
Getting to her feet, she steps around the table, standing in front of Camo.
“This will help that darling child. Please, give my blessing and my hope to the family.” She hands Camo a small organza bag with a vial inside, and a clump of hair tied with twine.
“Thank you,” Camo says, frowning, like he is shocked that she is being cooperative.
She tilts her head and, smiling at him, she taps him on his nose, making him pull back.
I laugh, then cough into my hand, getting a glare sent my way.
“You thought that I would be combative, not willing to help. We are pixies, Camo. We will help and fix anything that we can, just do not take advantage.”
VP nods, pushing to his feet and tucking the small bag into his pocket.
“We were told that you could be difficult to work with,” Camo confesses, making her laugh, which has a whimsical sound.
“To some we are, as we do not like to help those who take from us to hurt others.”
“Fair enough. Well, thank you for working with us.”
“Thank you for being honest.” She leads us out of the office, her friend inching behind a large statue to hide, and I snap my teeth at him, making him yelp and jump.
“You are trouble, vampire.” Petra grins at me, then her face drops, something passing over her delicate features. “You might want to get that.” She points to Camo’s side where his phone is, just as it rings.
His brows dip, pulling out his phone.
“Pres.” His gaze snaps to mine and I know something bad has happened to Delaney.
“Got it. On our way.” He ends the call. “Starlight. Now.”