A Fae in Fort Worth Read Online Free PDF

placed my coffee cup on the table and leant forward in my seat. “Why not? What would happen if you accepted their help?”
    Mitch scrubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin and I watched the action, fascinated. I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel against my skin if we kissed. Would the texture be rough? I frowned and tried to rid the thought from my mind as Mitch looked back at me.
    “Accepting help from a Fae puts you in their debt and they have long memories. A Fae would never forget about someone who owes them something. They can ask you to do whatever they choose and you’d be obliged to do it.”
    That didn’t sound good. “What would happen if you refused to do what they wanted?”
    Mitch’s expression turned hard, his eyes serious. “Put it this way, the best way to ensure you stay alive long enough to celebrate your next birthday is to never be in a position to know that answer to that question.”
    Yikes ! This job was becoming less attractive by the darn minute.
    * * * *
    We hit Fort Worth a little after eight and we encountered our first problem as soon as we entered the stockyards area. It had nothing to do with the Fae. We were nearing the sanctuary when Mitch turned into a quiet side street and slowed the motorcycle before pulling over on the side of the road. He took off his helmet and got off the bike.
    “Are we going to walk the rest of the way?” I asked after I’d removed my own helmet.
    Mitch shook his head. He bent and opened one of the saddle bags on the bike. After rifling around inside, he pulled out a silver-tipped stake. “We have a problem.”
    I straightened instantly and began to scan the area. I’d been enjoying the ride so much that I hadn’t been paying attention to anything other than the feel of Mitch’s warm, hard body against mine. “What is it, what’s wrong?”
    “Vampires,” Mitch informed me. “We just passed a couple of them. Looked like they were stalking some humans. I’m gonna go check it out.”
    I got off the bike and pulled my stake out of my jacket pocket. It wasn’t as fancy as Mitch’s, but it did the job. I’d killed a lot of vampires with it. I rolled my head from side to side to get out the kinks then nodded. “Let’s go.”
    “No need,” Mitch returned. “It won’t take two of us, you just relax here—I’ll be back before you blink.”
    He did not just say that to me. I took back my earlier reassessment of him. He was a conceited jerk.
    “Relax,” I repeated angrily. “Are you for real? I’m a hunter, Mitch. This is what I do.”
    “I realise that, but I think I can handle two vampires.”
    I stood my ground. If I backed down about this, Mitch would think he could walk all over me and that was not going to happen. I took off my jacket so that I wouldn’t be encumbered by it if I needed to fight. I stuffed it into my backpack then folded my arms and stared at Mitch. “I would hope you can handle two vampires,” I retorted. “But it’s irrelevant. I’m still coming with you.”
    He blew out a long breath which reeked of frustration, then ran a hand through his helmet-flattened hair. “Fine,” he conceded. “But stay close to me, yeah?” He put my backpack into a compartment on the back of the bike then pulled out a gun and handed it to me. I stared at it blankly.
    “What am I supposed to do with this?”
    Mitch’s lips quirked. “If I have to tell you…”
    “I know how to use it,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “I meant, why are you giving it to me? I’m perfectly happy with my stake.”
    Mitch stared at me for a long moment. “Humour me?” His gaze travelled the length of my body then he shook his head. “You sure you’re cut out for this life? You’re so… little . Keep the gun. I need to know you have the means to protect yourself.”
    He locked the compartment on his bike before striding ahead with purpose. Okay, now he was seriously starting to piss me off. Again! I caught up to him and grabbed