Through Time-Frankie by Claudy Conn Read Free Book Online Page A

atmosphere.
    Most people were just letting loose and having fun, most of them. A few had gotten way too bombed and Frankie learned that not all drunks are happy ones.
    Just a row away, a guy shoved another guy who he accused of taking his seat, although no one was actually sitting down. Yelling turned into shoving and shoving turned into punching and tearing into one another.
    The crowd went nuts and ridiculously took sides though very few even knew one another. A brawl of huge proportions broke out.
    Frankie had never seen anything like it. She wasn’t worried for herself, but for her two friends at her side who became rattled and frightened. 
    A flying beer can caught her friend Barbara right in the head spilling its sticky liquid all over her shoulders and top.
    Frankie blinked and produced a towel saying “Here…here…” and although her friend asked her where it had come from she just shrugged and tried wiping her down and trying to calm her.
    She had just succeeded in getting Barbara quiet when Sally got knocked to the ground. This sent Barbara off into a convulsive screaming fit.
    Frankie reached down and helped Sally who was now holding her head and crying. She knew she had to find a way to steer them out of the fray. She could use magic and shift them away but then she would have to use a memory spell afterward, which was always disruptive and unpredictable for humans. She hated to subject them to that, but she had to do something.
    Frankie was beginning to feel desperate.
    Guys were jumping onto each other all around them. She tried making a path for herself and her friends who each had an arm tightly in their grip.
    They were surrounded. Frankie used a moderate amount of Fae strength to clear a narrow path. Instead of getting through, a group of hair pulling females turned angry eyes on them, and one of them demanded, “Who do you think you are pushing little girl?”
    It was an ‘oh-oh’ moment for Frankie.
    She created an invisible shield around herself and her friends, but she knew this was it. In a moment, she was going to have to shift them out of this crowd. She would then have to use a memory spell on them that could make them sick for weeks.
    Oh, but she hated to do it.
    They would be miserable from the side effects. It was not a wonderful choice.
    However, the crowd around her was savage with its intense ‘mob mentality’ as hordes of guys began punching anything that moved around them. The girls who had turned on her found themselves bouncing off an invisible wall so hard that for a moment they were stunned.
    This was so not good, because those girls were getting up and had dangerous looks on their faces. She didn’t want to draw any attention to herself and her friends and people bouncing off a shield would do just that.
    Barbara and Sally had stopped crying and were frozen in place.
    She turned them to see if she could lead them out another way and get them as far from the brawl as she could.
    Frankie had what she called a ‘girlie moment’ and wanted to cry.
    And then, glowing, superior, moving athletically, easily, unconcerned about the people who he sent flying out of his way on either side of him, was Graely.
    Everything around him went into fade out.
    All noise seized to exist. Fighting and shoving were nothing anymore.
    She knew Graely would make it all work out.
    He was everywhere at once.
    He parted the crowd between them like he was a bulldozer that no one could withstand.
    He rarely smiled and while she couldn’t see his eyes beneath the black hooded cloak he wore, she saw his lips part and curve as though to give her reassurance, to tell her she and her friends had nothing to fear. In a moment, he would be at her side.
    Beneath the open black cloak he wore, she saw his hard naked muscular tattooed chest. He wore jeans and silver tipped boots and a part of her just wanted to sink into his arms and whisper his name.
    All at once he was there, scooping her under one arm and leading