Between Walls by W.R. Gingell (The City Between #6)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.7 MB
W.R. Gingell is a Tasmanian author who lives in a house with a green door.
Don’t get too close to humans.
That’s rule number one. Well, it is if you’re an emotionally constipated fae lord. As far as I’m concerned, the vampire could do a better job of keeping his distance, but he’s never been that good at following the rules.
G’day. I’m Pet. Schrödinger’s Pet, these days; depends who’s asking.
I’m human, but when you hang around with enough Behindkind, it starts getting dangerous for the other humans around you. Humans like my friend Morgana. I tried to stay away, but now she needs my help and don’t get too close to humans isn’t exactly gunna cut it anymore.
I’ve got the feeling I’m about to find out why it’s such a bad idea.
That was flamin’ rude, because I hadn’t even been downstairs yet when stuff started flying around the house; including JinYeong, who went flying through a wall. I’d been sleeping in because I’d about had it with pretty much all the inhabitants of my house and didn’t really feel like getting them breakfast. I didn’t know exactly what had started the fight, but I did know that JinYeong was looking pretty worse for the wear when I got downstairs, and that Zero was looking slightly less ice-like than usual, which meant he’d been getting exercise.
“I will wait to meet your friend,” said Zero, and if before I’d got the idea that Athelas hadn’t changed his mind earlier, I had that feeling much more strongly now. Zero hadn’t decided that he didn’t need to meet Morgana; he had just decided that he didn’t need to do it right now.
Well, that was something, anyway.
Pushing it a bit, I asked, “Who was that at the door this morning?”
“Detectives,” Zero said briefly, surprising me.
I was gunna have to get used to the new state of him actually telling me things. Maybe when I got used to it, I’d be able to start working on learning when he was telling me part of the truth, and all of it, ’cos I hadn’t been clever enough to work that into our interim agreement.
I felt Athelas’ gaze on me and flicked my eyes over to meet it. As usual, he was looking serene and a bit amused; I wouldn’t have bet very highly against him knowing exactly what it was I was regretful about.
“Perhaps you’ll remember that we had another death in the area recently, Pet,” he said.
He wasn’t just talking about a death; he was talking about a Death—the latest in a series of similar murders that had begun in my area with a dead body outside the window. Which series was, itself, part of a series of similar murders all over the world; and, apparently, all through the trifle of layers that was Behind (the fae world), Between (the weird, squishy bit between us and them), and the human world. The victims had been a mix of Behindkind and humans, which was why my three psychos were involved in the first place even though they didn’t care about the fate of humankind in general or humans in particular. In fact, the killer was one of the very few Behindkind I knew—and I was assuming he was Behindkind, because what else could he be?—who didn’t seem to discriminate between human and Behindkind.
Yanno. For what that’s worth.
“I remember,” I said. That last body had been just over a month ago, before I left home and adventured by myself and came back home. A lot had happened between then and now, but I wasn’t likely to forget it: like the first body I’d seen, it was pretty memorable—a human hanging in front of a house, its insides on the outside thanks to a long, deep slash from neck to lower stomach, dripping gore on the grass. Throat cut almost right through the neck.