Free Evil Spark by Al K. Line Page A

sorry for me. I know I looked sorry for me, and it's no surprise.
    "What's going on?" asked Kate, totally confused.
    "He said the words. Idiot."
    "Ugh." I felt sicker than after the two day fight with that French rogue vampire biker gang, and wished I could close my eyes, but thought crashing wasn't a good idea either. Although... I pulled over into a lay-by and waited. Mine and Intus' eyes locked, both knowing what was to come.
    "What? What's happening?" asked Kate.
    "Sign here, please," said the faery, waggling a piece of paper smaller than my intelligence in front of me, the other tiny, perfect hand pushing out a feather quill, dripping ink on the leather upholstery.
    Gold and silver faery dust sprinkled over my legs and I was so freaked I didn't even try to dab my finger in it and lick it. I glimpsed a perfect ear lobe as she turned her head a little to the side, felt the arousal, but even that was no match for the terror inside of me.
    "It was an accident. I didn't mean it. It was someone else. Er, you just missed them," I said, panicked.
    "Liar. Don't you lie to me, Faz Pound. I've got your number. Doesn't matter if it was an accident, does it. You said it, now you got to sign. It's the Law."
    Sometimes I hate the Law. Fae are sticklers for it, and it's always them that pop up to ensure the rules of our Hidden world are obeyed.
    They are beautiful beyond compare, curvy and sexy, with earlobes to die for. But they are also terrifying, have an awful effect on those not used to them, and can wipe you from the collective memory faster than you can say, "Hey, hang on, I didn't mean to pull your wing off."
    "I feel sick. I think I'm going to throw up. Ugh, what's happening?" Kate had gone green, and she clawed at the door handle in a panic, got it to open, finally, then leaned out and was seriously ill.
    "Now look what you've done," accused Intus.
    The faery turned to her and scowled. "Hello, Intus, how are the children?"
    "Fine, thanks. Um, do I know you?"
    "No, you don't," said the faery, "but we are keeping an eye on you. We lost some socks."
    Intus suddenly found her fingerclaws of the utmost interest. "Oh."
    "Hmm."
    Intus remained silent. Not even a smile. You know it's bad when she doesn't crack a joke, or get up to mischief for more than a few seconds.
    "Come on, I haven't got all day." The faery flew about in front of us, sprinkling impossibly priceless dust all over the dashboard. All I could think was how had I been so stupid.
    "Fine, but isn't there a way out of this? Can't we come to some kind of agreement? I know a nice Italian restaurant not far from here. It's on me." They love all things pasta, so it was worth a shot.
    The faery got up close to my face, so close I was really concerned for my eyes. Their wings are like razors, but made of pretty colors, and they can slice you into bits better than a dwarf testing out a new Sword of Destruction. "Are you trying to bribe a faery? You know that's a serious offense, don't you?"
    "No, of course not," I protested, holding my hands up, as much to get her to move back as to explain myself. "Fine," I sighed, "hand it over." She gave me the quill and I signed on the dotted line.
    "Thank you very much. Be seeing you. Maybe soon."
    "Ugh."
    She was gone, and she took her dust with her.
    Kate grabbed a tissue from her pocket and wiped her mouth. I opened the compartment between the seats and gave her a pack of wet-wipes. Rikka always keeps his cars stocked with such things—our world means they are always useful. Sometimes too often. She took it and wiped her mouth. I gulped as I saw angry canines—you know you have it bad when you find them sexy.
    "What the hell was all that? Was that a faery, like the one you saw last week, Faz?"
    "It was. And that's why you were sick. It'll pass in a moment. They have that effect on you for a good few times. Pretty though, right?"
    "Ugh, I couldn't really see, I felt so ill. What did she want? What were you signing?"
    "My life