Lore vs. The Summoning

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his tongue was almost like a prayer. It was seriously disturbing.
    "Nor do I give you direct orders," he pointed out. And I knew he was right.
    "What about Fate?" I asked and hoped it wouldn't be useful information for the cameras.
    Kastio's black eyes swiveled away from me. He was usually robotic in his lack of emotion. But that had clearly been a guilty response. Guilt after being asked that question meant one thing: he was screwing with Fate!
    Whoa. Did that mean Aiden figured into my fate? It had to, didn't it? Did that explain why I was so dramatically pulled to him?
    What in the world could Fate have planned involving a vampire? I played over the things Kastio had said to me. He'd said that I couldn't "think of taking up with the vampire". Taking up meant getting involved with, didn't it? Fate wanted to hook me up with a vampire? Why would that be a bad thing? Vampires were notoriously fickle creatures. He'd quickly get bored of me once he'd gotten what he wanted and then he'd drop me for the next flavor of the month.
    With a quick shake of my head I pushed the thoughts of Aiden and Kastio aside. We were going to discuss this, later. "Not the time for this," I said firmly.
    I heard Kastio push a heavy breath through his nose. He flickered out of sight leaving behind a man-shaped cloud of mist as usual. The particles shot out in all directions.
    Back against the inner wall I pulled myself to rest until someone arrived. It would hide the gun from my captors and I might be able to stick my feet through the bars for a good stretch. I focused on my cute green and black argyle socks and the tiny frayed edges of my jeans to keep from thinking about what had just transpired. When my thoughts automatically drifted back to contemplating how the vampire figured in, I got desperate enough to mentally recite famous soliloquies from Hamlet.

CHAPTER SIX

    I'd been halfway through the soliloquy from act three, scene three when I heard the exterior door open. My recitation ceased in order to listen to the footsteps. At least three different pairs of feet were drawing toward me. It was about damn time.
    The man I assumed was Chet swept into the room with his retinue of Rhino thugs fanning around him. "Douche" was the word that immediately popped to mind. He had on a white linen suit ala Stef from Pretty in Pink , two decades out of style, but instead of shaggy blonde hair he had a buzz cut. Oh, and Chet wasn't pretty like Stef. Even against the backdrop of four Rhinos, when anyone looked attractive, Chet barely managed to shine. Maybe it was the drill-sergeant-that-never-gets-to-take-leave look that was stuck on his smashed face.
    Chet glanced from the body of Tracksuit to the clothes that had once housed his Rhino enforcer. Then he looked at me. There was malevolence in his eyes that couldn't be mistaken for anything else. He was going to kill me. Or at least he was going to try, really, really hard. Hell, he might even get his hands dirty trying to do it himself.
    He walked until he stood directly in front of my cage. Considering the gun in my pants, it wasn't the smartest of positions for him to be in. But shooting him now would be a silly idea.
    "What did you do with the girls?"
    My eyebrows lifted at the surprisingly feminine voice that had asked the question. Chet wasn't a small guy but he sounded like Mickey Mouse. I had to bite my tongue to keep from smirking or laughing. No wonder he traveled with a pack of Rhinos. No one could take threats uttered in that voice seriously.
    "I ate them," I answered with an irreverent wiggle of my right eyebrow.
    Chet responded by shouting in high-pitched outrage and kicking Tracksuit. I suspected that was a metaphor for their entire relationship. Maybe I'd done the badly dressed doofus a favor.
    "Get her out of there," Chet ordered one of his goons.
    Now I knew without a glimmer of a doubt that Chet wasn't the brains behind the demon summoning. Anyone who could see two dead bodies on the floor,

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