with. He’d enjoyed them while they lasted.
“And I’m wasting time.” Swearing in French, he settled his mind more deeply with Krell’s and headed back up the street. The jacket he wore skimmed mid-thigh, long enough to conceal a veritable treasure trove of weapons, and he went for the bladed staff, pulling it out and extending it. A friend of his had designed it, years ago, and not that long ago, he’d made a special one for Luc. Since half the world looked at him and saw a blind man, he might as well go with it. His bladed staff looked more like a walking stick than anything else, but it was far more deadly than people could possibly imagine.
Already he could hear her voice.
She was speaking in Greek, and the lovely cadence of it was almost enough to distract him. Almost. His brain caught up with what she was saying, translating it.
Reluctantly a smile curved his lips. She’d just told whoever it was that she was more trouble than they could handle.
The men were laughing.
If only they had any idea just how right Sina was.
Chapter Seven
Natasha stood there after the door swung shut, deliberating for about two minutes before she finally muttered, “Screw this.”
Grabbing her bag from the table, she hitched it over her shoulder and headed to the door.
Two steps away, it swung open.
She stopped, dead in her tracks.
An older man stood there, tired and rumpled, a cup of coffee in his hand.
She recognized his face. He’d been the one who brought her the cavity-inducing coffee earlier.
He spoke charmingly accented English and just then, he looked about as tired as she felt.
“Ah, Ms. Curry. I’m sorry we’ve kept you waiting so long.”
She scowled. “What’s going on? Didn’t your partner ask everything she needed to ask?”
He blinked, looking puzzled. “My…” Then he shook his head. “I’m sorry, did you say she ?”
I had two men on the ground, a third coming at me, four more in the shadows, and I suspected there might even be more.
It was hard to count when you were in the middle of a fight.
The tricky part was putting them down for the count without really damaging them.
And damaging them was a no-no.
They were human.
Pathetically stupid humans, and bullies to boot, but they were humans and they weren’t demon-touched, either, from what I could tell. And if I couldn’t tell, then who could?
Another one ran at me and I caught him by the throat, lifted him and slammed him on the ground. It felt good, letting some of that anger out. Snarling at him, I shoved at his mind and snapped, “Stay down .”
He whimpered. Might have pushed too hard there.
Another came running at me from behind and I stood up just in time to catch and flip him over my shoulder. He landed on top of his mate with a meaty thud. With a straight-armed jab, I knocked him out cold and stood, turned to face the others I’d sensed.
That was when I saw the man walk through the darkness toward us.
Him , I hadn’t sensed.
Neither him, nor the dog.
“Krell, take them down.”
Lovely, lovely words…
The malamute came flying my way, his lips peeling back from a mouth of teeth I’d rather not face.
The humans never saw him coming.
One had the dog’s teeth buried in his thigh before he even realized there was a problem.
And there were…how many?
Luc had a bladed staff in his hand, although he hadn’t freed the blades. I watched as he used the butt of the staff on the head of one of my would-be attackers. How did he do that? He couldn’t even see him.
And then there were none.
Sniffing, I dusted my hands off and said, “You and Krell showed up when I had only two of them left to deal with. You need to brush up on your knight gallant act, Luc.”
He snapped his fingers, summoning Krell to his side. “The police are en route. You were heard. We might want to take the bitch-fest elsewhere.”
I blinked at him. He hadn’t just…
As he came my way, I gaped at him.
“Did you just imply I was
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