Page 14 of The Immortal Tailor

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What the hell?He pushed his hand to his neck.What is that?He hacked. He snorted. He took that wad of toilet paper and tried to blow the object out. No luck.

Damien stood, bracing himself on the sink, coughing like mad. He could breathe through his mouth, but whatever was inside his nasal passage wasn’t moving.

“Jesus. What is that?” he groaned.

A high-pitched sound blared through his nostril. “You’ll never take me back!” it shrieked. “You can’t make me go!”

Damien froze.Why is my nose speaking?

“Hello?” He tilted back his head, looking in the mirror. Inside, he could see the tip of a lavender gossamer wing.

The fairy? “What are you doing? Get the fuck out of there,” he growled.

“No!”

“I promise nothing bad will happen. I just want to talk.”

“You’ll turn me in. You said so yourself.”

He’d been speaking to Cleopatra.

“I was talking to…myself. Not you,” he explained. “But you can’t stay in there forever. And, fuck, it really hurts.”

Nothing.

Damien opened the medicine cabinet and found a pair of tweezers. He gently inserted the prongs and pinched the tip of the creature’s wing.

“No! No. I won’t go back.” The thing dug in hard with its claws.

Sonofabitch, that hurts!He was going to have to flush it out with one of those nasal washers, or maybe a turkey baster and some scotch or alcohol. Anything that would burn the fairy’s eyes.

Damien put his cock away, washed his hands, and went into the kitchen. Sky didn’t have any spirits in the house. “How’s it possible?”

He’d have to drive to the store. While he was there, he’d have to find something to lock the fairy in once he extracted it.

Damien grabbed his blazer and headed outside. The pain in his head was unbearable, like having a rock lodged in the back of his nose.

He got in his SUV, wiping his watering eyes with the back of his sleeve—it was an emergency, okay?

He’d have to drive slowly and carefully because he could hardly see.Or drive like a bat out of hell. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

Damien started the engine and put the SUV in reverse.Fuck. I can’t drive. Everything was blurry, like looking through a waterfall.

“Please, get out of there,” he said with a restrained voice. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I just want to know where you were during the blast.”

“What blast?” the small voice said.

“Come out of there, and I’ll tell you everything Cimil told me.”

“Cimil?”

He felt the tiny creature starting to move.

“What. Are. You doing?” He threw his head back, screaming in agony.

“Turning around!” it chirped.

“No. Don’t do—ah!” Involuntarily, the muscles in his body locked down. His foot hit the accelerator, and the SUV roared backwards. Before he could react, he was already out into the street.


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