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I slammed the door shut hard enough to rattle the glass. Cobb kicked the door back open. I should have realized what kind of power he had back when we got his daughter out of the place she was held by the kidnappers. The door bounced crazily and the glass shattered. I beat feet back deep into the room. I did NOT want to be around when the glass reset itself. Cobb followed me in, more intent on catching me than avoiding the danger. He caught up with me and I used what Fawn taught me at the gym.
He'd come in here uninvited and tried to lay hands on me. I stepped inside his reaching hands and planted a flat-footed side-kick in his stomach. His head came down and my knee came up with a sharp crack, and Cobb fell sideways, his nose gushing a thick red blood. I placed a second front kick on the side of his head and he went down and stayed down. I got a better look at what I'd done after the adrenalin wore off, and left me shaking.
Cobb's nose was going to need re-setting, and his ear would be tender until the swelling went down. I flashed a light in his eyes and the pupils both contracted the same amount, so I hadn't given him a concussion. He'd survive. I went to the Murphy bed and pulled it partway open and got the pillow for him. I went back over and placed the pillow under his head, and covered him up with the blanket, and settled down to wait for him to wake up. I was in no hurry.
Surprisingly, when he'd fallen, he'd missed my desk, mt files, and the breakable pieces of my authentic 1930's Private Investigator's office. Yes, I'm proud of the place. I love it and I spend more time in it than I ever do in the small house I own. The house is like free storage space. That's about all I use it for.
After some fifteen minutes, Cobb moaned slightly, then surged to his feet and spun to face me. “You dare strike me!” he roared in outrage. “When someone kicks my door open, comes into my home uninvited, and attempts to lay hands on me without my permission, you bet I do! Try it again Cobb! You spend time in jail behind IRON bars, or did you forget who my sister is!”
That sank in and I could see him think it through. He looked at me with a very sour face, then composed himself and straightened his clothes. “I do sincerely apologize for my behavior Ms Fatelli. It was a mistake and I shall not repeat it. Now do you wish to call your authorities?” “No,” I told him. “I want you out of my home, don't come back. I'll work for you, I don't have any choice there, and I'll accept your offer to help, but I draw the line at taking your orders on things you haven't even bothered to learn anything about.” I motioned towards the door. “Leave now please. I will see you tonight.”
He looked at me as if the fight had given him a new look at me. I'm not sure I liked his contemplative glances, but I wanted him out of the office more than I wanted to be offended by the way he looked at me. He left in a dignified, slow pace, almost like he was trying to defy me or my desire to see him gone. Weird. Why did he hunt trouble like that? It reminded me of a kid trying to prove he was an adult, when all he really showed was how much of a child he still was.
I'd given that enough thought, it was time to work on the real problems of the day. Namely getting the preparations set for the spell. We'd need a way to run the spell throughtthe barrier to the shore and protect and conceal the spell from Anolyn and as many potential threats as we could figure out. Ideally I could find a way through and cast part of the spell from the island, but that was not too likely.
Fawn had called for volunteers to help with the casting, and we'd gotten five police magickers to help out, and Larry had gotten four local magickers to join in, so including me and Larry, and Cobb, we had twelve. I wasn't sure how Cobb would help, as Fae magick had a number of differences with human magick, but in retrospect, and considering the effectiveness of fae glamour, his would be invaluable for the concealment of the finished spell. Now we just needed to get in place and avoid that flying dead thing.
He'd come in here uninvited and tried to lay hands on me. I stepped inside his reaching hands and planted a flat-footed side-kick in his stomach. His head came down and my knee came up with a sharp crack, and Cobb fell sideways, his nose gushing a thick red blood. I placed a second front kick on the side of his head and he went down and stayed down. I got a better look at what I'd done after the adrenalin wore off, and left me shaking.
Cobb's nose was going to need re-setting, and his ear would be tender until the swelling went down. I flashed a light in his eyes and the pupils both contracted the same amount, so I hadn't given him a concussion. He'd survive. I went to the Murphy bed and pulled it partway open and got the pillow for him. I went back over and placed the pillow under his head, and covered him up with the blanket, and settled down to wait for him to wake up. I was in no hurry.
Surprisingly, when he'd fallen, he'd missed my desk, mt files, and the breakable pieces of my authentic 1930's Private Investigator's office. Yes, I'm proud of the place. I love it and I spend more time in it than I ever do in the small house I own. The house is like free storage space. That's about all I use it for.
After some fifteen minutes, Cobb moaned slightly, then surged to his feet and spun to face me. “You dare strike me!” he roared in outrage. “When someone kicks my door open, comes into my home uninvited, and attempts to lay hands on me without my permission, you bet I do! Try it again Cobb! You spend time in jail behind IRON bars, or did you forget who my sister is!”
That sank in and I could see him think it through. He looked at me with a very sour face, then composed himself and straightened his clothes. “I do sincerely apologize for my behavior Ms Fatelli. It was a mistake and I shall not repeat it. Now do you wish to call your authorities?” “No,” I told him. “I want you out of my home, don't come back. I'll work for you, I don't have any choice there, and I'll accept your offer to help, but I draw the line at taking your orders on things you haven't even bothered to learn anything about.” I motioned towards the door. “Leave now please. I will see you tonight.”
He looked at me as if the fight had given him a new look at me. I'm not sure I liked his contemplative glances, but I wanted him out of the office more than I wanted to be offended by the way he looked at me. He left in a dignified, slow pace, almost like he was trying to defy me or my desire to see him gone. Weird. Why did he hunt trouble like that? It reminded me of a kid trying to prove he was an adult, when all he really showed was how much of a child he still was.
I'd given that enough thought, it was time to work on the real problems of the day. Namely getting the preparations set for the spell. We'd need a way to run the spell throughtthe barrier to the shore and protect and conceal the spell from Anolyn and as many potential threats as we could figure out. Ideally I could find a way through and cast part of the spell from the island, but that was not too likely.
Fawn had called for volunteers to help with the casting, and we'd gotten five police magickers to help out, and Larry had gotten four local magickers to join in, so including me and Larry, and Cobb, we had twelve. I wasn't sure how Cobb would help, as Fae magick had a number of differences with human magick, but in retrospect, and considering the effectiveness of fae glamour, his would be invaluable for the concealment of the finished spell. Now we just needed to get in place and avoid that flying dead thing.
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