kicks sdihe

Behind the curtain, half a dozen Sidhe sat with musical instruments now silent in their hands and stared at me with their large jewel-like eyes. The ruling class of Faerie, the Sidhe were slim, beautiful, ancient, and deadly. The tallest among them was a male prettier than nine out of ten women on magazine covers, and he had silver-white hair and amber eyes. He carried a violin in one hand.
Without a word, I called upon Winter for strength and kicked him in the chest before he could rise fully to his feet.
The Sidhe crashed backward through the rest of the chamber orchestra, knocking over chairs and smashing instruments, and hit the stone wall with a crunch of broken bones. He staggered off the wall and fell to the ground, trying to scream in pain and unable to find enough breath to get it done.
I turned to Molly, hooked a thumb over my shoulder, and said, “That guy? He seemed the most douche-like.”
Molly blinked once and nodded.


Peace Talks Chapter 21, Page 209-210