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bar. He was going to miss a hell of a show.
“Oh, man, I’m in love!” Zero-T said.
“Claude? I could put in a good word for you.”
He glared at me. “No, the warrior babe in the aprons. Do you think she’s the type to wear thong panties?”
I shrugged. “If she jumps into the air, we’ll find out.”
Gloria pierced my skull with a knife-sharp glare. With her vampire hearing, she’d heard every word, including my heartbeat, and the sound of blood rushing to my groin. It was hard not to get a hard-on around her. I didn’t hide my attraction, though I didn’t act on it. Our friendship didn’t need that kind of strain, and, at twenty-five hundred years old, she was way past unnecessary complications too—especially since her vampire son hated my guts and wanted me dead for a lot of good reasons.
The naga had seized up, eyes darkening, their total attention on Gloria. Nagas had been worshiped by African natives as gods for centuries. As shape shifters, they were powerful. Still, they had the instincts of their reptile nature, and that nature had to feel fear, though they couldn’t have known what they faced, or they wouldn’t have hit the bar in the first place.
The monster python—that had just regrown its eye—swayed back, betraying its intention to lunge. The other snake didn’t make that mistake, pushing forward without any tell-tale sign.
Gloria didn’t seem to jump, but she did disappear from the sidewalk and reappear above the head of the closest snake. The bone sword in her hand became a white blur. When the sword stopped, there was a red smear across its length. Blood splattered the sidewalk under the snake as its triangular head bounced off into the gutter.
The second snake was in mid-lunge, hissing, mouth open wide, fold-out fangs like white sabers. That was where these python diverged from natural ones. Pythons had back-pointing, serrated teeth, but weren’t supposed to have poisonous fangs. I’d never heard this about naga. Then again, I remembered the mountain giant I’d killed had had some dental improvements too.
Gloria moved along the side of the second naga, slashing her blade horizontally into its mouth. She became a blur, racing to its tail. By the time she stopped, the snake was filleted into top and bottom halves. The naga twitched and flailed weakly while their bodies figured out that they were dead.
I looked at Zero-T. “So, did you see her panties?”
He didn’t answer. He was staring up into the air. He straightened and pulled out his Magnum. “Incoming!” he shouted.
I looked up and saw two harpies in a power dive. From the waist up they were women, until you got to the bird heads with wickedly curved beaks. Their D-cup tits had rouged nipples, proudly displayed. From the shoulders down, arms were replaced with wings. They had the lower bodies of giant hawks, reddish brown feathers, and cruel talons for feet. Tail feathers and wings were fanned for descending glide paths that were locked onto Gloria. They saved their piercing screams for the last ten feet of the dive.
Not that Gloria hadn’t heard them coming. Fliers that big don’t move silently, at least not for creatures with good hearing.
I put my hand on Zero-T’s gun and directed the muzzle down.
Gloria went from a deep crouch to a jump, doing that momentary vanishing thing she does. She materialized amid the harpies, spinning like a top, her fang sword slashing. She continued up, slowing, and hung in space a moment in defiance of gravity.
Pieces of harpy rained to the sidewalk and street.
I didn’t see why Gloria had ditched her good clothes; as far as I could tell, there wasn’t a spot of blood on her. That changed as she floated to the ground, her feet settling onto a crimson slick.
She looked over at me. “Caine, would you mind?”
I already had my phone out, hitting a number I kept on speed-dial.
The
“Oh, man, I’m in love!” Zero-T said.
“Claude? I could put in a good word for you.”
He glared at me. “No, the warrior babe in the aprons. Do you think she’s the type to wear thong panties?”
I shrugged. “If she jumps into the air, we’ll find out.”
Gloria pierced my skull with a knife-sharp glare. With her vampire hearing, she’d heard every word, including my heartbeat, and the sound of blood rushing to my groin. It was hard not to get a hard-on around her. I didn’t hide my attraction, though I didn’t act on it. Our friendship didn’t need that kind of strain, and, at twenty-five hundred years old, she was way past unnecessary complications too—especially since her vampire son hated my guts and wanted me dead for a lot of good reasons.
The naga had seized up, eyes darkening, their total attention on Gloria. Nagas had been worshiped by African natives as gods for centuries. As shape shifters, they were powerful. Still, they had the instincts of their reptile nature, and that nature had to feel fear, though they couldn’t have known what they faced, or they wouldn’t have hit the bar in the first place.
The monster python—that had just regrown its eye—swayed back, betraying its intention to lunge. The other snake didn’t make that mistake, pushing forward without any tell-tale sign.
Gloria didn’t seem to jump, but she did disappear from the sidewalk and reappear above the head of the closest snake. The bone sword in her hand became a white blur. When the sword stopped, there was a red smear across its length. Blood splattered the sidewalk under the snake as its triangular head bounced off into the gutter.
The second snake was in mid-lunge, hissing, mouth open wide, fold-out fangs like white sabers. That was where these python diverged from natural ones. Pythons had back-pointing, serrated teeth, but weren’t supposed to have poisonous fangs. I’d never heard this about naga. Then again, I remembered the mountain giant I’d killed had had some dental improvements too.
Gloria moved along the side of the second naga, slashing her blade horizontally into its mouth. She became a blur, racing to its tail. By the time she stopped, the snake was filleted into top and bottom halves. The naga twitched and flailed weakly while their bodies figured out that they were dead.
I looked at Zero-T. “So, did you see her panties?”
He didn’t answer. He was staring up into the air. He straightened and pulled out his Magnum. “Incoming!” he shouted.
I looked up and saw two harpies in a power dive. From the waist up they were women, until you got to the bird heads with wickedly curved beaks. Their D-cup tits had rouged nipples, proudly displayed. From the shoulders down, arms were replaced with wings. They had the lower bodies of giant hawks, reddish brown feathers, and cruel talons for feet. Tail feathers and wings were fanned for descending glide paths that were locked onto Gloria. They saved their piercing screams for the last ten feet of the dive.
Not that Gloria hadn’t heard them coming. Fliers that big don’t move silently, at least not for creatures with good hearing.
I put my hand on Zero-T’s gun and directed the muzzle down.
Gloria went from a deep crouch to a jump, doing that momentary vanishing thing she does. She materialized amid the harpies, spinning like a top, her fang sword slashing. She continued up, slowing, and hung in space a moment in defiance of gravity.
Pieces of harpy rained to the sidewalk and street.
I didn’t see why Gloria had ditched her good clothes; as far as I could tell, there wasn’t a spot of blood on her. That changed as she floated to the ground, her feet settling onto a crimson slick.
She looked over at me. “Caine, would you mind?”
I already had my phone out, hitting a number I kept on speed-dial.
The
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