The Faerie Slayer

Chapter 8

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Kades Pov

When I had walked in and immediately caught eyes with Aubrette, I questioned whether there was a sort of magnet that attracted her gaze. I wondered how in all of New York, we'd end up at the same bar tonight and even more so, I wondered if she recognized me from the day in Brooklyn or perhaps when I'd taken her home after her encounter with the trow by Deadwood Creek. I broke our staring contest when I'd realized that she seemed to be studying me as if trying to piece the puzzle. I noticed that she was seated with Ben and a girl I did not recognize. I wondered if she too were a messenger from the folk and if Caleb were here.

"How does it feel to have the son of the alpha at your Neturi Ritual celebration?" Mike patted Jacob on the back as soon as we were seated. The mention of me had brought me back to reality. I was drifting from the conversation in search of Aubrette's booth. I could hardly see her from where I was.

"It's my pleasure, really," I began," plus, I needed a night out with the guys."

"You didn't come to my celebration," said Paul.

"Or mine," Jacob joked.

"I was probably out kicking faerie ass while you three were getting wasted."

"Fair enough, beats being overnight patrol," said Jacob.

"Are all three of you patrols?"

"Paul and I are. Mike didn't pass his security training."

"What are you thinking of doing Mike? It's not too late for patrolling. You can take the exam again next year."

"Nah, I think I wanna be a teacher or something. Fighting isn't really in my nature."

I thought of Candice.
"I have a friend who can help you out if you need it. She's a teacher at the high school."

"Which one?"

"Ms. Jasmine."

"She's a smoke show-" Paul began but Mike cleared his throat and he stopped mid sentence.

"Her and Kade used to date like two years ago."

"Plus, isn't she your cousin, Mike?" said  Jacob.

Paul was suddenly in a flurry of apologies. His face had gone red and I chuckled as an attempt to regain his comfort.

"No worries man. It's ancient history and she is a smoke show," I said.

While the guys were getting their orders in, I disappeared into the corner in seek of the bathroom. I flung the door to the mens room wide open and began for the urinal. The sound of something strange coming from one of the closed off toilets made me pause to observe. Someone was seated on the ground, and by the sound of it, they were probably doing drugs. I lifted my fist to knock on the door but the person did not seem to hear me. I knocked louder and louder but still, they paid me me no mind.
I kicked the door open in hopes of replenishing what was left of them but inside was no mortal. It was Caleb, arms wrapped around a glass jar of sugar which was now half empty. His eyes met mines, but his tongue was almost out of his control. He swept what was left of the contents even quicker now in fear that I was here to take it from him. I grabbed the jar from within his flimsy grasp and he stood to his feet.