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C H A P T E R   1 6   -   T u b a i s t e   ( p t   2 )

Adults pretended to be rational, but the simple truth was, they rarely were. Unlike children, adults just had too much shit to care about. That happens. Shits somehow multiplies over the years. You move into an empty place, wait four years and by the time you’re moving out there is a shitload of crap you have to pack, label and transport to your next location.

Adults cared about a damned amount of things, most of all their offspring. Once you touched that, all hell be damned, adults were brandishing their weapons, mindless of the odds. Órlaith never claimed to be a rational person. She tended to overreact to the simplest things. Although, she had to admit as she ran through the rain, slipping on wet stone, as far as stupid decisions went, this one was probably her crown jewel.

The lighthouse shone in the darkness. It looked blurred in the harsh rain, an idol of another world reaching over into theirs. It was, for the first time she realised, something wicked. Not a caring good uncle watching over them, but a stalker. An insidious monster sharpening its claws, waiting for the lights in the village to go out.

‘Auntie is mad at you.’

The voice made her cry out. She stumbled away from the shadow solidifying on her right, only stopping for a second before she pushed on, muscles screaming with extortion. ‘Yeah, well,’ she snarled at the shadow, ‘auntie can go fuck herself. And you, you can drop the charade. I’m not falling for your games.’

The fae grinned, features softly melting into a young woman with bright, flashing eyes. She joined Órlaith’s steps as she spoke, so quietly you could barely make out her voice in the rain. ‘You won’t win this round, human. We have been here for centuries. And we will still be here when you’re lying buried. It’s the way of the fae.’

‘You have not been here for the last hundred years,’ she snickered, ‘and I know why.’

The pretty face screeched, revealing fangs of whitest pearl. It was like popping a balloon. One moment she was standing there, intimidating and dark, the next she was gone, replaced by soft, silvery powder. Before the last of it hit the ground Órlaith was already walking away.

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