by Lexi Ostrow
Hell, opening up and coming to get him was an understatement. Part of the gift meant that good and evil could get out of any book that a Word Speaker read. Being that he had a kind hearted, good souled Guardian, the ones sneaking out of the pages were as dark and deadly as they could come. Having Leather Jacket in his face was never good.
“I don’t want your help. Ever again.”
A hand came down on his shoulder and he tensed. The man could move from space to space in the blink of an eye and Dale hated it, even if he could do it too thanks to Ciara.
“Now, now, be thoughtful, dear boy. I come baring information and gifts.” The man creature dropped into his work chair and Dale made a mental note to buy himself a new one.
“I just said I don’t want your help.” Fear thrummed in his veins as he worried what would happen. He had all the powers in the world essentially and he didn’t trust that he could take on the pure evil that was across the bedroom from him.
“How about when I point out that your precious little mermaid is no longer your Guardian.” The grin on his face was sickening and Dale felt bile rose in his throat as he realized the man was telling the truth.
