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skill and experience.
    And ego‌—‌that couldn’t hurt my chances, either.
    They sized me up with their gazes before looking at each other and smiling. Their lack of even trying to pretend they weren’t certain they could bend me over their knees and spank me was insulting and only added fuel to the fire that wasn’t lacking for any.
    Their smiles vanished right before they charged me, the heft of their footsteps vibrating the soft ground beneath me. It was like experiencing an Immortal version of the running of the bulls, although this guy wasn’t going to run in the opposite direction of a pair of horns and flaring nostrils. This was the guy that turned bulls into dinner steaks.
    It was over quicker than even I thought it would be. I usually liked to drag out a fight because I found myself in them so infrequently these days, but whether it was the built up adrenaline in my veins or whether these guys had a rock for a strength instructor was a question that would have to remain unanswered. A sweep of my leg to the right, a drive of a flat palm to my left, and two giants tumbled to the ground.
    I spun around, everything at the ready for their retaliation, but none came. The two giants were still sprawled on the ground, looking from me to one another like they’d just encountered the Budda of kick ass.
    And they weren’t far off.
    These two were newbies, evident from their inexperience fighting, their sensitivity to the single moves I’d landed on each of them, and from the fear in their eyes. I remembered the first time I’d experienced real fear in my Immortality, just as these two were now.
    It was when Hector had knocked me to the ground and held me there with his thumb, glaring at me the way I was at these two now. A newbie Immortal doesn’t realize just how fragile we are until moments like these. The moment something knocks us down from our eternal pillars.
    Someone who’s been around the Immortal block a decade or two doesn’t let fear manifest in their eyes. It’s there, running through the very core of us, but we learn Immortality is a state of mind, not a guarantee.
    I kneeled between the two, slapping both their cheeks to get their attention as if I wasn’t sure I had it already. Grinning manically between them, I pulled on their neckties, lifting their heads from the ground.
    “Why are you here?” I hissed, grinding my jaw.
    I waited, although neither looked anywhere close to answering me.
    “Who sent you?”
    I didn’t wait as long for their reply to this one. I knew these two would take some impressive interrogation to pull answers from. Impressive interrogation was old hat for me, but required time and focus.
    I had neither right now. My thoughts were first and foremost on Emma. I had brothers who could carry out interrogation after these punks spent a little time behind bars. Hopefully not in the same prison as me or else I’d murder them if I saw them again. And then four months would become a life sentence, which would really suck for someone with my “life sentence.”
    “If I ever hear, catch, or sense either of you two anywhere within one state of her again,” I stared each one of them in the eye for a good two seconds to let the threat and tone of my voice wedge its way into their less-than-bright minds, “I will rip each of your balls off and shove them down your throat.”
    Both their faces curled with the image. Words were a powerful tool when wielded in just the right way.
    “Sayonara, suckers,” I said before whipping their ties in the opposite direction of their owners, succeeding in an exemplary, unconscious-inducing bout of noggin’ bonkin’.
    They were out. And probably still would be when the cops arrived after a certain someone placed an anonymous call that a couple hooligans were preying on unsuspecting female students. I knew the Mortal judicial system couldn’t hold them, but it would buy me time.
    Time to figure out what the hell a couple of newbie Immortals