dark eyes
followed her every movement. She felt his warm breath upon her face and tried
her damnedest to hold the quiver.
“Look at me,” he
ordered, his voice intense and dark.
“I’m too busy watching
our backs,” she muttered but the quip had no heat. Morrigan pushed at his chest
and finally he moved away. She glimpsed at his face. Was that a grin?
“Your back end is
well-watched.” He leaned close, his front pressing into her rear. “I will not
let anything happen to you.”
Morrigan spun on her
heel. “Listen. I am not interested, so these flirty things you’re doing aren’t
working. Back off.” Whisper didn’t respond. He only watched her. His blue hair
was mussed by their trip and a few strands went wild and fell into his eyes.
“Got that?” she added for bravado. Maybe that would set him straight.
Whisper growled before
quickly leaning down and kissing her.
Morrigan protested for
all of two seconds. His lips worked magic. They parted her mouth and his tongue
delved inside. She felt something sharp, pointed, and pulled away before the
kiss could undo her resolve. This time she pulled out her gun. “I am done playing.
One more move, and I’ll tell Brook you were a casualty of our plan.” It was an
empty threat, but he still tilted his head and then stared at the caves.
Without a word, he began walking toward them. Morrigan let out a breath she
hadn’t realized she was holding. What the hell had she felt in his mouth? They
couldn’t possibly be...no, she couldn’t even think it, but what else would
explain it? And why the hell would a fairy have fangs? Morrigan licked her
bottom lip and struggled to follow Whisper along their rocky path.
The wind was warm but
brutal. It pushed her forward with vengeance. She trailed Whisper to the edge
of the cliffs and gazed at the small narrow path that led to the opening.
Beyond that ledge was a long drop and a lots of wild waves. Morrigan swallowed
hard.
Whisper held out his
hand and Morrigan ignored the offering. She traversed the narrow path with her
chin high and her legs steady. She did not need his help. Although she did
glance at him as he pursued her with a frown on his lips. The first cave was,
well, a cave. It was dark despite the daylight and smelled vaguely of stale
water. She wrinkled her nose and eased into the entrance. The floor was sticky
and she placed a hand on the wall to find that surface slippery. Wonderful. Morrigan frowned and waited
as Whisper landed beside her.
“The bright sparkles on
the walls...” He indicated with a tilt of his head.
Morrigan leaned closer
to the repugnant wall and saw there were sparkling flecks beneath the dirty
surface. “Is that...”
“We strike each side
with our sword. It will ignite and we fly from the cave while the rocks fall.”
“It’s magnesium?”
Morrigan said as she leaned closer to the wall.
“I do not know the
name.”
It had to be that stuff.
One strike with a blade would ignite it. This should actually work. Morrigan
put her gun in the holster and snapped it shut. She retrieved the knife from
her ankle strap and nodded toward Whisper.
“Strike then quickly
make your way out of the cave. I will then hit the wall and fly out. It will be
enough to explode the entire web of caves,” he explained.
Morrigan nodded,
glancing at the way his black wings seemed to shrink closer to his back in the
confined space. “Will this be far enough in to...” The heel of Morrigan’s shoe
slid. Her knee landed in a pile of foul smelling water, and her hand scraped
along the wall. “Fucking piece of...” There was a sharp splintering noise as
she stopped cursing. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the wall her knife
just struck.
“Go. Now.”
Morrigan went for some
creative cursing as she ran toward the exit. She heard the hiss of Whisper’s
blade along the wall and suddenly he was behind her. His arms wrapped around
her waist. He lifted her off the ground and Morrigan reached back to