“The Red Caps are coming,” it said simply, still not revealing itself as its voice shattered my ears from every corner of the room.
And it was true; there was a hard pounding at the door to my motel room.
Someone called out, “Mister Dresden? Are you in there?”
A man I didn’t recognize. Well, it was either the cops or the super, so to speak.
I glanced around the room for a moment, my brain idly noting at the last minute that my staff and the makeshift blasting rod were now nowhere in sight. Fucking faeries.
My sigh was a bit involuntary, story of my life. But I cracked my neck, put one foot over the gate to the Never Never pooling on the blood-soaked floor, and let gravity do the rest.