I swallowed hard as I watched him withdraw the key, my heart thundering in my chest. As bad as my situation was, apparently it could get worse.
Not having the time to think of a different solution, I went with the one I grew up surrounded by; violence. It rarely ever worked in my favour.
It took three steps to reach the small table that stood a foot or two away from the table that held the remains of the game that the two bodies on the ground had been playing. The smaller surface acted as a water station, with a tray on top of it holding clean glasses and a large and intricate crystal bottle that drew my attention. When I stopped the cork sealing it, I sounded a silent victory in my head. Swinging it wasn't going to spill any of the water it held or its weight.
Gritting my teeth in preparation, I turned my hands to reach for the bottle that was full save for the inch and a half that was neck. Grabbing it by the neck, my jaw clenched as I turned it to hold it like a short and fat baseball bat. One that had my flayed hands and muscles screaming in protest at its weight.
It was as cold as ice.
The sensation stealing temperature helped numb the pain along with the adrenaline coursing through my veins, but I wasn't looking forward to peeling my torn hands free from the surface that had the moisture in my palms freezing to it. The latter also proved useful in silencing the counterproductive thoughts in my head trying to shout their 'what ifs' at me. The only one I needed to focus on was 'What if I did nothing?'
My breath caught in my throat as the fae's pointed ear twitched to remind me that I wasn't dealing with a human.
The bottle in my hands lowered an inch. All I was going to do was make him angry. A hit wasn't going to take him down-
So I would keep hitting him.
Forcing the doubt out from my mind where there was no place for it to exist, I lifted the bottle over my shoulder and turned just as the fae I had been keeping an eye on out of the corner of my eyes did. While he moved to return the keys he held to the pocket of the uniform he had stolen alongside them, his eyes returned to find an empty space where he had left me standing moments earlier.
Lunging forward, I twisted my body, anchored my foot, and swung.
The sudden burst of movement had his eyes snapping up the inch it needed to find me.
His eyes widened when they found me, a moment before the crystal bottle stuck the side of his temple with a hard thunk that had him dropping. Lurching to the side from the force of the impact, he fell like a dead weight while I continued forward, the weight I held carrying me to nearly tripping over his body that it had knocked out cold in one strike to my surprise.
I guess fae weren't as invincible as they liked to make themselves out to be.
Planting my feet to keep from ending up on the ground like the fae I had assaulted without an ounce of remorse, the bottle ripped free from my hands with a searing sting to slam against the wall and fall where it broke into three large pieces like ice. I wouldn't be surprised if it was.
"Greysi?" A shout sounded from down the corridor that looked pitched black when I looked back, the light illuminating the space ruining my night vision.
Breathing hard, I bent down to reach for the body that my staggered feet flanked. With trembling fingers, I reached to retrieve the keys he had partially tucked away.
Turning on the balls of my feet, I set off in a run towards Silas's calls that grew louder as they sounded again.
"Greysi!"
