TIT:E: A Taste of Fey
GENRE: Urban Fantasy
My colleagues warned me not to accept this assignment, but I was
young (relatively) and foolish (definitely) and I needed to prove myself.
It should have been a simple job: escort my client to and from the
Mocking Bard and make sure no one harasses, hunts, or harms him. Sure, the
piano bar might be in the middle of the were's territory, but I worked for a
wolf. I shouldn't have anything to worry about. Then again, my client
wasn't called Thrill Bill without reason.
Bill had quite the reputation at ParaSec. He'd been hiring agents
pretty regularly for the past three years. While he could have requested
the protection of a were, he always insisted he be escorted by a vampire.
It wasn't that he thought vamps were better agents - which, in my opinion,
we are - but he insisted because we're forbidden by ParaSec to bite our
clients. And yet, Bill had seduced almost every vamp he hired into sinking
their fangs into him. His bite count currently stood at fifteen, and there
was a wager among my colleagues that it would reach sixteen tonight.
I should have bet against myself because Thrill Bill was tickling
all my instincts.
"Reagan," he whispered.
I don't know how I ended up with my back pressed to a brick wall and
his teeth teasing my neck. I was ten times stronger than him. I could have
shoved him across the alley with my pinky, but here I was, losing control
and enjoying it.