Nightflight

By Leila Bryce Sin

This is an erotic novella with explicit language and imagery. If you are offended by such content, please be warned before reading.

The continuation of the erotic adventures of Bright Elf, Roxy Quinn.

Roxy has returned home after her whirlwind Vegas weekend. At the club on a lazy Wednesday night, the management has invited an absinthe proprietor to hold a tasting. Not one for the hallucinogenic drink, Roxy tries to avoid the promiscuous little green fairies, but the cunning, mysterious Reynard is difficult to say no to.

Roxy finds herself sipping the dangerous drink and succumbing to the advances of the fox shifter and his gleaming smile. Lost in a haze of lust and excitement, the two are unaware of the disappearing fairies. Reynard feels the absence of his magical companions and Roxy rushes to help him look for them only to discover an old rival has followed Reynard and kidnapped the fairies. Roxy and Reynard must hurry to save the fairies from their iron prison before they fade out of existence and take Reynard with them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shauna Granger
• Release date: Sep 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301324699

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Nightflight

Leila Bryce Sin

Copyright 2013 by Leila Bryce Sin

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The club was less crowded than I had ever seen it. Even for supernaturals, the middle of the week was the middle of the week, and fewer people went out for drinks on Wednesdays. I’m not most people.

I leaned over to tug on the top of my boot—well, Taryn’s boot really. She didn’t seem to notice them missing when I forgot to return them to her after my trip to Vegas though. When I brought my head back up, a tiny, scantily clad green fairy floated over my appletini. Green drinks were half price all night.

Don’t even think about it, I warned, holding up one finger. I let a spark of power snap at my fingertip. The fairy shot up a few inches, green sparkles falling from her as she batted her eyelashes innocently. Psssh, try it on someone else, sister.

She flew in a tight circle over my table before stopping inches from my nose. She hovered in front of me with her arms crossed under her perky, tiny breasts. Her wings moved so quickly I couldn’t even see them; they were just a bright green halo behind her. She tilted her head as if to ask me, What’s your problem?

I’m not into tripping, thank you very much, I said, wrinkling my nose at her.

Wednesdays were Wishful Wednesdays at the club, and the management had invited an absinthe proprietor in for a tasting. I had absolutely no interest in tasting the sickly sweet liquor. Why anyone would want to drink something that tasted like black licorice was completely lost on me.

There were two types of absinthe in the world: the legal kind and the illegal kind. Both were strong and got you roaring drunk, but the illegal kind was ten times worse and caused hallucinogenic side effects. Supes usually drank the illegal kind, the kind spiked with green fairy magic and wormwood. With all the tiny green fairies floating around, spreading their damn glitter over everything and everyone, I knew that the absinthe proprietor hadn’t brought the absinthe humans drank.

Hallucinations and power don’t mix well, at least not for me. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I’m Roxy! It should be my vibe, right? A little wild adventure with a stranger? Sure. But not with those damn fairies.

Go away, I said, flicking a spark at the green fairy. The spark hit her on the toe, and her wings hummed in a high-pitched squeal that made me cringe. She flew off, looking for another sucker to drug.

I picked up my martini glass but hesitated before putting it to my lips. I squinted at the contents. The drink had been green in the first place, so if the little Tinker Bell bitch had slipped me anything, it would be almost impossible to know. I sniffed the liquid, but it just smelled like sour apple. Swirling it, I tried to discern if anything was trying to mix inside, but damn it, I just couldn’t be sure. With a sigh, I set down the glass and shoved it away.

Something else? the Selkie waitress asked. Her pale blue skin almost glowed in the dim club lighting. Her ink black hair hung down her back. She looked perpetually wet, as though she’d just shed her seal skin and walked out of the ocean. But most striking of all were her black eyes. They were wholly black, without any whites or irises. When I looked into them, it was like looking into the great abyss—the depths of the ocean were in those eyes.

Sure. I cleared my throat and tried to pull myself out of my thoughts. Selkie magic was powerful. Many of the stories of mermaids and sirens calling human sailors to their deaths on jagged rocks were in fact Selkies working their hypnotic magic. Selkies were carnivores, like many Fae, but they liked their meat fresh and bloody. Something not green. I rolled my eyes.

She smiled at me, showing her tiny, pointy teeth and sending a shudder down my spine.

Vodka martini, I said. Straight up, extra olives.

No problem. She winked before heading back to the bar, taking the scent of salt water and sunshine with her.

Creepy, I whispered, rubbing my arms to try to chase away the chill that had settled inside of me. I tugged at the frayed hem of my jean skirt and picked at the soft cotton of my loose tank top. In the middle of the summer—and even in the middle of the night—heat clung to the buildings and sidewalks, and it wreaked havoc with my curly hair. I’d deferred to tying it up in a messy top knot. At least keeping it up showed off my cheekbones and pointed ears.

I patted my hair, making sure it was still holding up under the weight of so many curls, but it was fine and I knew it. I was just bored and fidgeting. The music wasn’t loud enough for me, and so few people were dancing that I hadn’t felt like going out on the floor. The pickings were slim, much to my disappointment.

I didn’t leave Killian behind in Vegas for this crap, I muttered. Just then, the Selkie girl returned with my drink, complete with a wooden skewer with six olives. I smiled and accepted it gratefully before taking a gulp of the bitter, clear liquor.

Pursing my lips, I stirred my drink absentmindedly. I let my eyes roam over the room, hoping to find someone who looked entertaining enough to spend a little time with. My magic wasn’t depleted, but that tiny drop of human blood swimming through me