On the Prowl

if a swarm of lightning bugs had descended on me. I’d never known anything like it and I didn’t know what to do with it, but keeping it wasn’t an option.
    I panicked and sent the whole thing into the pavement, where my hands rested. Instead of grounding it as I’d planned, the surge of power moved under the cobblestones, churning them up like a giant earthworm moving through dirt. A giant, electric earthworm headed straight for our attackers.
    The Fey scattered, but the building across the street had nowhere to go. A second later, the power hit it dead-on. It shook violently before erupting in a burst of wood, glass and pretty painted shutters, one of which hurtled across the street and almost decapitated me. I didn’t have time to freak out, because my companion had hauled me to my feet and we were sprinting down the street, away from the raining cloud of rubble. I heard yells behind us, but nobody followed. I didn’t blame them.

C HAPTER 3
    I quickly discovered that high heels and cobblestones are a bad mix, and that bare feet aren’t much better. The street had obviously been laid by a sadist, because some stones stuck up almost an inch above the others. I was limping before we’d gone two blocks, and had stubbed my toe half a dozen times.
    Then the storm broke, with slanting sheets of rain hitting down so hard as to almost blow us off our feet. We took cover under a building with a second story that protruded out past the first, but it didn’t help much. In less than a minute, I was soaked, the chiffon dress clinging to me like Saran Wrap.
    “Stay here!” the Fey yelled to be heard over the sound of the storm
    “What? No!” Before I could grab him, he was gone, the gray cloak blending perfectly into the darkened street. I stood staring out at the rain, thinking murderous thoughts and wondering what the hell I was supposed to do now. With no one to back up my story about how I got here, I wasn’t likely to be believed, even assuming I could keep from getting shot long enough to get a hearing. But I didn’t dare go anywhere; without my glasses, everything was a big, dark blur until I was right on top of it—including any guards who might be lurking around.
    Before anger and fear could edge over into full-scale panic, the Fey was back. “I’ve found us a bolt-hole. We should be safe there until the storm blows over.” He took off his cloak and wrapped me up like a mummy. “It’s not far. Try to keep your eyes down. Dark emerald is not a common color among the Svarestri.”
    I had no idea what he was talking about, and at the moment I didn’t care. I nodded.
    “And, er, keep in mind that I didn’t have a lot of choice about accommodations.”
    “Fine, let’s just get out of here.” Anything had to be better than standing exposed on a street corner, waiting to be attacked again.
    The Fey led me through a warren of narrow lanes that were fast turning into little rivers, then made a sudden turn into a dark doorway. The room beyond, although lit only by a few lanterns and a crackling fire, seemed bright after the street. I had a brief impression of raucous laughter, trestle tables filled with people, and the smells of wine and roasted meat. Then a large woman in an apron bustled over to us.
    She and the Fey started a conversation while I kept my eyes down, trying to melt into the cloak as much as possible. I hoped I looked calm outwardly, but inside I was panicking. How did I know he wasn’t bargaining for his own life by turning me in? I hadn’t expected us to walk into one of the houses of the people who had just tried to kill us!
    It didn’t help that I couldn’t follow a word of the conversation, but finally, I heard the chink of coins as the Fey paid the woman for something. Then we were following her across the room and into another one, where the lights were even lower and the activities of some of the people made my eyebrows rise. By the time we reached a flight of wooden stairs, I had seen enough to realize why the Fey had found it necessary to apologize. Several sets of hands tugged at the cloak as I passed, but he whipped it away from them almost before I’d noticed. A question was shouted after us, but I didn’t understand it and the Fey didn’t respond, so I just kept going.
    We found ourselves in a small room with a bed, a window closed against the weather, and a washbasin on a stand. The woman said something, then left, clicking the door shut behind her. I couldn’t