Myths and Gargoyles by Jamie Hawke (interesting books to read in english txt) 📕

well-connected to the Fae world, so they last longer. But it’s generally true.”

I let that linger, trying to digest it, then finally said, “It was my friend, and my parents.”

“What?”

“That I was thinking about, earlier. Worrying about, I should say.”

She nodded, considering this, then said, “Well, at least for your family you don’t have to worry. Part of being the Protector means a bit of magic that goes to protecting them, keeping them off the grid, you could say.”

“But friends?”

She avoided the question, riding in silence.

“I see,” I said. “Where are we going, exactly?”

“Let’s find out.” She freed one hand and swiped up on the front of the bike, causing a display to rise and turn on to show Mowgli again. “Status on Red?”

Mowgli’s voice came through our helmets as he said, “Scanning,” and a map appeared, showing that she wasn’t so far from us. But I recognized the location at the same time as Mowgli said, “John Wayne Airport, private jet. You’d better hurry. We’re heading there now.”

“Roger that,” Pucky said, closing the screen and accelerating.

“We’re going to fight this war in the middle of the John Wayne Airport?” I asked, a new sense of panic rising within me.

“Unfortunately, yes. But relax—not the whole war, just this little battle.”

“Wonderful,” I replied, watching as the first sign for the airport exit became visible. I could already imagine all the people running and screaming, me looking like a terrorist as agents tried to shoot me and take us down.

Maybe this Protector business was more than I could handle. I was about to find out.

8

Air zipped past me, my shirt fluttering like sails on a rough sea, and every car we passed threatened to end my life. More than once I saw it flash before my eyes, years of trying to get into college, studying and taking placement tests and submitting art projects… only to end up as a man fighting for fairy tales.

If there was any greater sign that I was high, this was it: clutching a female version of Puck while riding a science-fiction-meets-fantasy motorcycle into battle against more fairy tales.

But I wasn’t on drugs. Not only that, I was both accepting that this was real and starting to love it. Pucky was cute as hell, and her horns had only briefly made me unsure of that. Fighting the Shades had been scary, but now I was enjoying the thrill of the idea, intrigued to see what leveling up brought me.

“Hold on tight,” Pucky said. I asked why, but she just laughed. “TIGHT!”

So I did, wrapping my arms around her, preparing for some insanity, only to hear her laughing again.

“What?” I asked, still holding on but pulling back enough to look ahead. A clear road, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Sorry, I just love that feeling.”

“You jerk.”

Another laugh. “Want a reason to hold on? Fine, try this.”

“Oh, shit!” I shouted as she swerved, pulling over to the offramp and then angling the bike so that the front went up on its side at the railing and then up onto the railing. “SHIIITTT!”

“Woohoo!” she shouted, and when we were close to the bottom she went over the side, hitting the pavement with a thud of the back tire and careening back onto the main part of the road.

Cars swerved by, honking and blaring their horns, but then we were back in the flow of traffic and before long, pulling into the airport. Mowgli appeared on the screen and said, “We’re here. We have a team. What’s your status?”

“Just arriving,” Pucky said. “Eyes on Red?”

“Not yet,” he said. “We’re in the terminal. You go around back, look for signs of them from the other side. She’s here, no doubt about it.”

“On it,” Pucky said and darted to the right, going for the kiss and ride area, but then turning onto the restricted road that would take us onto the tarmac.

“We’re really doing this,” I muttered.

“Yes we are!” Pucky replied, excited. She grabbed my hand, moved it to her crotch and said, “In case we get shot, I want to feel that with my last breath.”

I laughed, enjoying the playfulness of this lady, and held on tight to her body with my left hand, her pussy with my right.

No shots fired yet, I noted as we veered around the airport, but two security cars were approaching to intercept us.

“Don’t ever let go, Jack,” she said with a chuckle, and then started fake moaning as we spun left, making for the back of the airport and avoiding the path of the security vehicles.

“Cut it out,” I said with a laugh. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

“Says the guy with a handful of pussy,” she countered, but held my hand in place when I tried to move it. “Okay, okay. Keep your eyes on the glass. See if you can spot her cloak. And taking things seriously? If by that you mean not having fun while saving my friend, you’re nuts. What could be more fun?”

“Um…” I wiggled my finger down there and she moved her ass up against me.

“Touché,” she replied. “What about this, then? If I approach every dangerous situation seriously, in our line of work, I’m going to be damn serious all the time and probably depressed. Got it?”

“Well, just say so next time,” I replied, trying to ignore the fact that her tight ass was still pressed hard against my crotch.

“There!” I said as a shot went off inside, but then glass shattered and the shot whizzed by. “Shit, never mind. Thought they were firing at her, but they’re firing at us.”

“Stay low,” she said and then veered right, but this time I did see them—agents in black suits that stood out in contrast with Red’s cloak. Red was fighting, but being pushed back toward a side terminal, the private jet type.

“They’re going for that hanger,” I said.

“Then we intercept them.” She veered right as more gunshots went off, so that we started around the building

More glass broke as they came at