Within 5 minutes, Baxter and I stood in the hotel lobby, both dressed in leather pants and biker jackets. Baxter had large army boots on vs. my black, metal high heels. Not exactly the first footwear that comes to mind for an assassination mission, but with the perfect balance my powers give me, the heels are just another weapon.
"The sun always shines on her reign," said a voice from behind us. Following protocol we remained facing away from the alien fae.
"And may it continue for centuries." It was the standard reply known by any active fae, a code to ensure we worked with only friends.
"Long live the b***h!" Baxter and I gasped, spinning around, and burst out laughing. Standing before us was Bytlock, a good friend to us both. "You should have seen your faces!" He laughed, bending ove
