last week?”
Ash was always trying to help me out in small ways. Lancer was convinced Ash
was toying with me. Even if he was, I wasn’t falling for it. But I sure was
enjoying it.
One of the great things about being a hybrid was that their
fae magnetism didn’t work on me anymore. I was so happy and relieved when I
woke up and realized that I could focus on something besides how hot they were.
“How far is Joe’s from here? We can’t leave our assigned
recon area just to satisfy your cravings.” Lancer was always so serious when on
a job. “And you aren’t a prisoner, so stop talking like that.”
“Don’t worry, it’s at the edge of our area, I double checked
the map before we left. I think you guys will really like this place and it’s
close to several alleys so we might even come across some rippers for you
Lancer.” I smirked at him when I said that last statement. He seemed to be all
business within a few days of waking from my transformation.
We made our way to the taco joint without any trouble. I
encouraged the guys to all order one of each taco. It was Taco Tuesday after
all, and they were only one dollar each. I ordered one of each; they had
chicken, ground beef and carne asada . Man, were their tacos good! I also
got myself a medium Diet Coke. It always had to be Diet Coke, not Diet
Pepsi. That was just one more reason to love Joe’s.
Each of the guys ordered double what I did along with a
large order of chips and salsa. We found two nice big picnic tables outside
with a great view of South Broadway and 7 th street. There were a few
alleys not too far away that we could check out after dinner.
“Ok B’Lana, I’ll admit that was a great dinner. And cheap
too. This is one place we will have to come back to.”
“Lancer, are you actually complimenting something I did? I
think I’m gonna die from shock!” I playfully said as I put the back of my hand
to my forehead and faked a swoon right onto the picnic table. Sadly, I closed
my eyes when I did so and I ended up falling into Ash’s lap.
Lancer was not too happy. He gave me a very stern look which
made me feel like a little kid who was about to be scolded for giving my little
brother a swirly or something.
Of course Ash used that opportunity to put his arms around
me, to keep me from falling on the ground, or so he said. But he had the look
of a cat that just ate the canary. Then he winked at me and let me go.
“B’Lana, Ash, this is not the time to play games. You need to
be on constant guard so stop messing around. B’Lana, you especially need to be
on your best behavior or you won’t be going out anytime soon.”
I just sighed and said, “Yes, sir.”
After that we started walking towards a nearby alley, and I
chose to walk next to Maliki so Lancer would stop giving me dirty looks.
“You know, he’s just looking out for you. I know you think
you can handle yourself out here, but you really don’t know what it’s like to
fight a ripper. Once word gets out about you, they’ll come after you first,
most likely several at a time. None of them have seen a fae hybrid and have no
clue what you can do. So they are going to test you and if they kill you in the
process, they won’t lose any sleep.” Maliki was cool to talk to. But he was
also a realist. He told it to me like it was.
At that point I looked around to check out what people were
doing. I noticed several girls who seemed to be trying to walk away quickly.
They were whispering and kept looking back behind them, like someone was
following them. They seemed afraid of something. One girl, she was maybe five
feet six inches at best, with long blonde hair was wearing a coral short
sleeved top, a jean jacket and designer jeans with three inch wedge heels that
matched her top. She was wiping a tear from her face. Her friend had this
horrified look, almost like she had seen a ghost. I knew something was up with
them. It may not have been ripper related, but something was
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