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monikers sound like demon mucus.
    I shook my head and started to follow my partner. “Children.”
    Dialle grabbed my arm and pulled me close, capturing my lips with his and wrapping an arm possessively around my waist. Hot, sexually charged breath bathed my face as his soft lips devoured mine. I pulled his scent into my core and welcomed it with a purr of satisfaction. My toes curled and my happy place tingled in anticipation.
    I placed a hand on each perfect butt cheek and pulled him more closely against the place where I needed him most. He groaned against my lips and captured my bottom lip with sharp, white teeth.
    I gasped as a drop of blood escaped from under his gently nibbling teeth. He released the lip and sucked the place where he’d drawn blood.
    I was skewered, cooked and arranged on a platter. Put an apple in my mouth.
    My hand slid inside his shirt and skimmed down the smooth, unnatural heat of his belly.
    I didn’t stop there.
    Pushing my way past the taut waistline of his jeans, I grabbed the hardest, warmest part of him.
    He gasped and captured my earlobe with his teeth. “What about the gargoyles?”
    I shrugged, lost in a lust induced fog. “Emo can handle them for a couple of minutes. I’ll just be a minute here.”
    He chuckled and slid a hand up under my sweater. His long, talented fingers finding the highest point and pinching gently, nearly bringing me to my knees from pleasure. He was working his way under my thigh-length skirt with the other hand when an unearthly scream pierced the air.
    I jerked away from him. “That was Emo.” I wasn’t sure how I knew but I did, with a certainty that came from being part of a long line of magic wielders. My partner had just been mortally wounded.
    I ran in the direction Emo had gone. I could hear Dialle just behind me.
    I ran around a copse of trees, expecting to see a gargoyle. I certainly didn’t see what I’d expected.
    Emo was on the ground. He wasn’t moving. Standing over him, silhouetted against a roiling, purple sky, with a long, blood-coated platinum knife in his hand, was a human male.
    I called out and his head jerked up, distorted by an angry sneer. He raised the knife toward me and growled. Spittle dotted his chin and snot ran freely from his nose.
    I could smell his hate and fear from twenty feet away.
    “Drop the knife buddy, we’re friends.”
    The sneer deepened, leaving him looking demented. “Magic users aren’t anybody’s friend.”
    I felt Dialle tensing to gather power and jerked my arm out to stop him. I clasped his shirt, bunching it frantically in one hand. He’s mad. I don’t want to kill him unless we have to.
    I will not let him harm you.
    He won’t hurt me. I’m more worried about Emo. I’m going to try to talk him into giving up the knife and stepping away. If he won’t listen I’ll take care of him.
    Dialle’s husky voice in my mind remained silent for a beat. I knew he was fighting his instincts in order to let me do it my way.
    I’ll let him live as long as he doesn’t try to harm you.
    Agreed.
    “You need to drop the knife and move away from my partner now, bud. He and I came to the park to kill the gargoyle. We did it. We stopped him from killing any more people.”
    The man snorted and looked toward the spot where the dead ’goyle littered the park grounds. “That gargoyle was no better than you and your friends. All magic creatures are evil.”
    I cocked my head at him. “What makes you think that, friend?”
    His head jerked toward me and spittle shot from his mouth as he shouted, “Don’t call me that!”
    I raised my hands. “You got it. We’re not friends you and I.” He started to fidget and squirm, looking for all the world like he thought bugs were crawling across his filthy skin. I took advantage of his distracted state and stepped closer. “We’re not friends…but I don’t think you want to be enemies with me either. I don’t want to hurt you but I will if you don’t step away