Once I’m finished with my cotton candy, or Steven as it were, I teleport home and dig out my ringing phone. I see it's Darren, my boss.
“Yeah?”
“French Quarter,” he says before hanging up.
Darren is like a father to us Crow sisters. He’s an old as hell sióg, fairy, but don’t let the name of his race fool you. Fairies are vicious creatures with boundary issues. Darren has never told us how old he is but there are legends about him that date as far back as the Viking raids.
Fairies never physically age after thirty years old and each sub-race resembles an element. Darren is from the fire line so when he doesn’t have his human glamor on, he’s completely red with the tips of his pointed ears lit with fire and though he can cast any elemental spell, he’s best with fire.
He also has one hell of a short temper so instead of dragging my feet, I grab my stiletto daggers and yell for my oldest sister.
“Yeah! I'm coming, shit.” Rory’s breathless voice comes from down the hall.
"That's what she said!" I yell back.
Ignoring my dirty joke, Rory comes through the doorway looking as frazzled as a preacher getting a lap dance.
“Did you get the call too?” I ask as I’m pulling on my thigh straps. I don’t know what we’re facing so I grab my vials of basic potions, the only kind I know how to make.
“Yes, I did. Roxy is already in the Quarter so grab thestridor.”whistle.
As the leader of our group and family, Rory is always put together, but right now she looks like a mess. Her silver hair is in disarray and she keeps patting herself like she's looking for car keys.
“You want me to grab your scythes?” I ask with a cocked brow as I finish buckling my straps. What the fuck is up with my sister? This is not like her at all.
“I, ahem. Uh, yeah… I'll just get the damn things myself, Ronny. Geez. Always with the questions.” I don’t get to say anything because she stomps out of the room.
Ooookay.
She’s acting way out of character. It reminds me of the time Roxy came out of Rory's bedroom with a video of Nymphs getting their freak on. I couldn’t stop laughing when Roxy held up the Elf made 3D video cube playing the porno.
Rory is a terrible liar. She stumbles over her words and sputters like it’s her job to let everyone around her know she’s hiding something.
I wonder if she’s seeing someone?
Recently she confessed she’s lonely and wants a mate. She’s not looking for someone to fuck, she wants someone who’ll fit with her. Someone to come home to, someone to share her bed with.
I love my sisters with every fiber in my being. I’d take their places in hellfire without a second thought so when Rory told us this my heart clenched.
I want to make her happy. She’s been everything for Roxy and me.
Rory became our mom and dad when our parents packed up and left us a year after Roxy was born. She made sure we were fed, clothed and protected. So if Rory wants a mate, I want to help her find him. She wants children? I’ll buy her a hundred fertility spells.
Anything to see her happy.
The feel of magic weaving around the house breaks me from my thoughts while Rory's voice echoes in my head as she teleports herself to the Quarter. Yep, that's correct, we can mind-speak.
I got my scythes, we'll meet you there.
Oh yeah, Rory is definitely hiding something.
Alright, sister dear.
I throw in as much sarcasm as I can into the thought.
I grab the whistle at the last second,the silver sphere is covered in runes that really come in handy during a fight. Whispering the name of the supernatural race you’re facing while tracing the rune with your finger causes the sphere to emit a piercing whistle only audible to that specific race. It’ll knock out anyone within ten feet of it and give us plenty of time to overpower an enemy.
Once I have everything I need, I whisper the teleport spell.