It’s the Silver Flash, and it’s time for our very first Guest Prompt Diva.
The artist who drew my bad boy angels . . . Her Awesomeness, Reese Dante . . . came up with this week’s prompt . . .
“. . . will you stop doing that! I can’t concentrate when you’re . . .”
The alternative prompt this week is, “Use these three elements in your story: a full moon, an iron gate, suitcase”.
Here’s part ten of Nisha and Valak . . . only two more chapters to go!
Assassin’s Heart: A Black Rock Story, Part X
The only furniture in Dagon’s dark rooms was a desk and two chairs, one on each side. Rumor said Dagon had become Lord Master Assassin by killing a pack of Alphas alone, unarmed. Nisha had never heard of Alpha wulfs running in packs, but if there’d been a fight like that, Dagon looked hard enough to win.
Most of the wulfs on the Rock could pass for human, but not Dagon. He was over six feet tall. He was muscled and heavy, like a ten ton wild panther. His scarred face had two expressions: when can I kill you or you can live another day.
“A pleasant surprise to see you, Nisha,” he said. “Have you been keeping Valak safe tonight?”
With a storm raging outside, the shutters locked, and the only light coming from a slow-burning fire, Dagon’s smile was terrifying. “It’s a big storm, sir,” Nisha said, keeping his voice even. And then, because he thought he should say something else, he added, “It’s nice seeing you, too.”
The obvious lie stretched a thin silence over them until Valak said, “What do you want, Dagon?”
“Nisha,” Dagon said, flickering the way wulfs did when they moved too fast for humans to see, “this is for you. The last time I went down the mountain, a merchant offered it to me for a good price.”
Even though Valak was glaring at Dagon with glowing yellow eyes, he stretched across his desk, the box in his hand.
Before Nisha could think of a polite way to avoid touching the Lord Master Assassin, Valak flickered beside him. A moment later he handed Nisha the box. The sounds from inside it told him a wooden picture puzzle was inside.
“You must have got a really good bargain,” he said, “because this is worth gold pieces.”
“A merchant who enjoys bargaining sold it to me. I believe you’re familiar him.” Dagon turned a hard gaze on Valak. “He goes by Arjin, and he’s here in my school with a Dead or Dead on him. Why haven’t I been told about it?”
“Someone told you or you wouldn’t be asking me,” Valak said. “You want me to tell you about all the bodies I drop?”
Nisha glanced up at Valak. His eyes were blank. His face was set. He didn’t look any more human than Dagon.
“I know what’s on the scroll,” Dagon said. “I can’t let you risk your robes.”
“Nisha,” Valak said in a tight voice, “let’s go.”
But before Nisha could more than turn around, Dagon was around his desk and beside Valak.
“You’ll find the lighting better near the fire, Nisha,” Dagon said, not taking his eyes off Valak. “Take the box over there and open it.” 
Valak’s hands were clenched into fists. Dagon’s eyes were glowing silver. Nisha didn’t know who would win if they fought. But he knew it would be a bloody fight. A brutal gust of wind rattled Dagon’s metal shutters with a sudden snapping noise. Nisha jumped. The hinged box dropped from his shaking fingers.
Valak and Dagon broke off their deadly stare, both of them spinning to Nisha, their anger at each other forgotten. Feeling slightly foolish he said, “Wind scared me.”
A spell, written in unshed blood, seemed to break. Valak’s face settled into a more human shape. Dagon’s eyes went to gray.
Flickering motion, like a whirl of black fog, spun before Dagon’s desk. He emerged from the darkness beside Nisha and offered him the puzzle box. “I believe I’ve found all the pieces,” he said. Turning to his Master Assassin, Dagon said mildly, “Valak . . . will you stop doing that! I can’t concentrate when you’re baring fangs and aiming for my throat.”
“I’m going after him,” Valak said, no compromise at all in his words.
“I wouldn’t want you for my Master Assassin if you didn’t,” Dagon said, indicating Valak should take a seat.
Nisha retreated to the fire. With him farther away, both wulfs seemed to stand down. Valak sat in the chair facing Dagon’s desk, angling it so he could see both Dagon and Nisha.
Settling behind his desk, Dagon pulled a scroll from the wide sleeve of his robe. “I signed it myself.”
Valak stopped it from rolling off the edge and opened it.
“Dead or Dead,” Dagon said. “On Koren.”
Dagon wasn’t telling Valak to kill Koren, but he wasn’t telling him not to either. Nisha stayed out of it. For now.
Valak lay the scroll on Dagon’s desk, as if he were returning a gift. “What do you want for it?”
“For you to wear your Master Assassin robes instead of a noose about your neck,” Dagon said, as if he were talking to an unyielding child.
Leaning back in his chair, Valak said, “What are you getting out of this?”
Dagon focused on the dim fire behind Valak. “Koren has been a mild threat since you rescued Nisha,” he said. “But now, he is interfering with my school. He’s given me reason to want him neutralized.”
“And?” Valak said.
It was a second too long before Dagon said, “You’ll need a witness.”
“Who?”
“The peddler.” Dagon said it like a man who’d played his last good card in a sudden death game.
Valak almost laughed. “He’s a walking edict scroll. Half the towns will know I’m coming before I ever get there.”
“And they’ll know it was a just kill,” Dagon said. “He’ll spread that far and wide as well. Do I need to remind you the kill is worth less than the news that it was justly done when a Black Rock wulf wields the knife?”
Valak snatched the scroll, gestured to Nisha, and stalked out the door. “Somehow,” he said, “I know Arjin is behind this.”
“What are you going to do?” Nisha asked, because Valak’s face was like death rising.
“Make him one sorry human,” Valak said, heading up the steps and down the corridor toward Arjin’s room.
*****
There’s a new angel in town . . . this weekend!
When Azriel, Hunter Angel, and Zane, owner of the hottest gay goth club in New York, fall for each other, what are they willing to bet on love? Find out in Hunter Angel, Midnight Gamble . . . coming this weekend, September 24th!
I’ll be on Silver Publishing’s Facebook page on September 24th to celebrate . . . there will be prizes and goodies!
Flashers Onstage This Week
Julie Hayes (m/m)
Chris Quinton (m/m)
Catriana Sommers
Victoria Blisse (m/f)
L. M. Brown (m/m)
Freddy MacKay (m/m)
Lily Sawyer (m/m)
West Thornhill (m/m)
Lindsay Klug (m/f)
Elyzabeth M. VaLey (m/f)
Enjoy!