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gaze on the sword.
“It was a gift from a one-time admirer.” She adjusted the front apron she was wearing, smoothing out the wrinkles around her breasts. The motion captured my attention and Zero-T’s.
“Made from a giant fang,” I said. “Whose?”
She smiled sweetly. “Jörmungandr’s.”
Zero-T’s eyes bugged out. “The midgard serpent?”
Gloria shrugged. “One of his baby teeth before he grew big enough to circle the world.”
“Who’d give you a thing like that?” Zero-T asked.
Gloria arched an eyebrow. “And who would be asking?”
Not meeting her eyes, Zero-T gave her an Old World, formal bow. Back up again, he held out his hand so she could see the ring.
“You’re with Lauphram’s clan?” she said.
He nodded. “I’m on bodyguard duty.”
“Not that it’s needed,” I said.
Gloria was no longer breathing. Distracted by her thoughts, she’d forgotten to maintain the illusion of life by keeping her heart going. Her sword was now balanced across one of her bare, shapely shoulders. “So, you weren’t kidding about an invasion. How bad do you think it will be?”
It was my turn to shrug. “I’m just planning on having fun. I don’t really concern myself with the suffering of others.”
What we care about will always be used against us.
Zero-T glowered. “And you’re supposed to one day lead our clan?”
“That’s what people keep saying, but you know, I keep wondering if that might be too small a destiny.” Smiling at Zero-T’s confused face, I walked to the bar’s front door. “I’m overdue for a drink.”
SEVEN
“Alpha males neded humility beaten into
Them. Fortunately, I’m happy to oblige.”
—Caine Deathwalker
Inside the bar, ebony tables and chairs pinned down a blood red carpet that stretched over to crimson walls where assorted clan symbols hung on display, making this theoretically a no-kill zone. I saw Sarah in a black dress and apron, carrying a tray of drinks toward assorted patrons who would have been busy trying kill each other anywhere else. The granddaughter of the Alpha who managed the local werewolves, but not a werewolf herself, she worked here for pocket money while attending college. The petite red-head was half human and half fey, her hair coloring a recent change. On the way back to the bar, she saw me and waved, smiling. We’d been enemies once, but that was blood under the bridge, so to speak.
Gloria returned from her office, her dangerous curves now packed into a metallic green sheath the color of freshly printed money. Its bright highlights—produced by fine scales—shimmered and slithered as she closed on Zero-T and me. She’d touched up her makeup to continue the green motif: dark green lipstick and key lime eye shadow.
Something about being half-dragon made me immune to getting my mind rolled by a vamp, but I didn’t know the strength of my self-appointed bodyguard.
I whispered to Zero-T, “You know not to look her in the eye, right?”
“I’m not a newb,” he muttered back.
Gloria stopped in front of me.
I asked, “Barstool or table?”
“Bar, for now.”
“Sure.” I glided over to an open stool near Gray, the half-angel. He wore his usual Raiders jacket with the sleeves pushed up his arms. His hair looked like winter-killed grass, and his bloodshot eyes were otherwise white agates. He’d traded in his usual khaki pants for faded denim, and sported a Stryper concert tee-shirt that said: NO MORE HELL TO PAY.
I thought that a little too optimistic.
I nodded his way as I sat down.
Zero-T took the empty seat on Gray’s other side. Gloria went around the bar to serve us
“It was a gift from a one-time admirer.” She adjusted the front apron she was wearing, smoothing out the wrinkles around her breasts. The motion captured my attention and Zero-T’s.
“Made from a giant fang,” I said. “Whose?”
She smiled sweetly. “Jörmungandr’s.”
Zero-T’s eyes bugged out. “The midgard serpent?”
Gloria shrugged. “One of his baby teeth before he grew big enough to circle the world.”
“Who’d give you a thing like that?” Zero-T asked.
Gloria arched an eyebrow. “And who would be asking?”
Not meeting her eyes, Zero-T gave her an Old World, formal bow. Back up again, he held out his hand so she could see the ring.
“You’re with Lauphram’s clan?” she said.
He nodded. “I’m on bodyguard duty.”
“Not that it’s needed,” I said.
Gloria was no longer breathing. Distracted by her thoughts, she’d forgotten to maintain the illusion of life by keeping her heart going. Her sword was now balanced across one of her bare, shapely shoulders. “So, you weren’t kidding about an invasion. How bad do you think it will be?”
It was my turn to shrug. “I’m just planning on having fun. I don’t really concern myself with the suffering of others.”
What we care about will always be used against us.
Zero-T glowered. “And you’re supposed to one day lead our clan?”
“That’s what people keep saying, but you know, I keep wondering if that might be too small a destiny.” Smiling at Zero-T’s confused face, I walked to the bar’s front door. “I’m overdue for a drink.”
SEVEN
“Alpha males neded humility beaten into
Them. Fortunately, I’m happy to oblige.”
—Caine Deathwalker
Inside the bar, ebony tables and chairs pinned down a blood red carpet that stretched over to crimson walls where assorted clan symbols hung on display, making this theoretically a no-kill zone. I saw Sarah in a black dress and apron, carrying a tray of drinks toward assorted patrons who would have been busy trying kill each other anywhere else. The granddaughter of the Alpha who managed the local werewolves, but not a werewolf herself, she worked here for pocket money while attending college. The petite red-head was half human and half fey, her hair coloring a recent change. On the way back to the bar, she saw me and waved, smiling. We’d been enemies once, but that was blood under the bridge, so to speak.
Gloria returned from her office, her dangerous curves now packed into a metallic green sheath the color of freshly printed money. Its bright highlights—produced by fine scales—shimmered and slithered as she closed on Zero-T and me. She’d touched up her makeup to continue the green motif: dark green lipstick and key lime eye shadow.
Something about being half-dragon made me immune to getting my mind rolled by a vamp, but I didn’t know the strength of my self-appointed bodyguard.
I whispered to Zero-T, “You know not to look her in the eye, right?”
“I’m not a newb,” he muttered back.
Gloria stopped in front of me.
I asked, “Barstool or table?”
“Bar, for now.”
“Sure.” I glided over to an open stool near Gray, the half-angel. He wore his usual Raiders jacket with the sleeves pushed up his arms. His hair looked like winter-killed grass, and his bloodshot eyes were otherwise white agates. He’d traded in his usual khaki pants for faded denim, and sported a Stryper concert tee-shirt that said: NO MORE HELL TO PAY.
I thought that a little too optimistic.
I nodded his way as I sat down.
Zero-T took the empty seat on Gray’s other side. Gloria went around the bar to serve us
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