Shadowglass

(Somebody who you find out who it is till the end - POV)

Her sugar bright scent recedes, and Andy exhales bitter iron temptation. His thighs are still sticky with rum and pink vodka, and imprints of her tiny hands still scorch his skin, too pleasant. She hasn't given up on him. Like she wants to be his girlfriend or something, and the world knows Andrew doesn't do girlfriends, not anymore. He does thieving, chasing, fleeing from pissed-off hellspawn. Girlfriends just get in the way.

Andy scrapes wetness from his thighs, wanting to lick his fingers. Silly mango girl has no idea. Pretty amateurs like her should stick to taunting electric alarms and swiping diamonds from faeblind humans. Not playing in the dark where the monsters are. Andy flexes tense wings again, raining glitter. Still, something bright and clean about her refreshes his metal-laced blood. Sweet. Charmingly inept. Innocent. Precious things he lost a long time ago. But not harmless. Ice is never harmless, with that cheeky smile and cute pointy nose and beguiling amber eyes and tempting skin the lost color of sunflowers. In his darker moments, he can admit her awe strokes his ego. Not for a moment harmless, that wide worshipful glow in her eyes, the way her fingers twitch when he touches her, the way she wets her lips without thinking when he gets too close.. .

His copper claws tingle. Rust crunches along the silvery edges of his wings, and he cracks it off with an electric jitter. Iron-scented particles puff, littering the ash-strewn floor. Better she never knows what hell is like. Better he forgets her. She's probably false anyway. The rest are.Beside him, the demon lord sips his lime vodka drink, black ringlets tickling his cheek. Immaculate black suit, lime tie, golden cuff links, the distant smell of thunder. Soft boyish face, fresh with rosy lips, and his voice splits the numbing music effortlessly. "Do you have it?"Andy tightens his fingers around the ridged metal sphere, and something evil inside slithers against his palm. He's thieved a demoness's lair for this, and it's not the first time he's stolen it. He should be wise to its tricks by now. Still, giving it up again crawls a hot snake of false regret into his guts. Maybe he should take it home, keep it for his very own, where no one else can see.. . .
The damn thing's gnawing at his mind again. He clunks the heavy sphere on the bar. Good riddance. The demon better keep his end of the bargain. "We done?"

Jinxx taps blue nails on his bottle, and the sphere rolls across the glass to his waiting hand. It flowers in his palm, iron triangles flashing open like razor-curved petals to reveal the gleaming mirror inside. Jinxx smiles, childlike, his black eyes swirling green. "You looked, didn't you? I warned you."

Andy clenches steely teeth in denial. Maybe he's peeked into the glass, drawn by the shimmering silver surface. Wouldn’t be the first time. He's a fairy. He likes shiny things. So what? That was days ago. Nothing's happened. Has it?

A sly new whisper rustles warning in his ears. He ignores it. The mirror winks, triumphant, and he drags his gaze away, his stomach twisting. "Are we done?"

"Oh, yes, we're done. For now." Jinxx admires the glass in colored strobe lights, green sparks playing in his hair. "Who's that pretty yellow child? She smells like strawberries."

"Mind your fucking business." Jealousy shoots hot quicksilver into Andrew's blood. He itches to look over his shoulder, warn her, make sure she's all right, and the irony heats his claws molten. His fingertips scorch.

The whispers in his head grow louder, more insistent, mocking him, eating at his reason like acid. His vision flickers like an electricity surge, mirrorshiny images of tangled limbs and fresh auburn hair and blood, and he lights blindly up from his stool with a twist of quivering wings, Jinxx's empty laughter stinging.

Nausea claws his guts as he staggers away like he's drunk, though he's had only one. Music rocks his ears like motion sickness. A table bangs into his hip, metal crunching, and someone curses, but he doesn't stop or apologize. He tries to focus, but limbs and eyes and fairy wings swim before him, running together like watercolors, wrapping him in a stinging cocoon of gabbling colors. His limbs hurt and yearn. His mouth stings with chrome. His teeth ache like he's grinding them on glass. Something's not right. It's that cursed mirror again.

A slick giggle slides around in his head, and dread wipes his skin with hot grease, but it's too late. Something dark and warm like a snake darts with jagged teeth for his senses, and before he can do anything, the world snaps black.

Notes

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