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First published December 16, 2015
"Apparently, you didn’t get the memo, mates," Matthias growled at the fallen assassins. "I'm first in line to shoot her."
"Should I add you to the protection list?"
"Obviously. But down—"
"Below everyone else."
"That’s really annoying."
"To list yourself below everyone else? I would agree."
"No. To have you—"
"Finishing your sentences. Yes. I see how it might be."
I scowled. "Cut it—"
"Out."
"Don't be so surprised." Blake tapped an index finger to his head. "I have a mind like a steel sieve."
"You mean trap."
"Nuh-uh." Blake shook his head. "Nothing gets trapped in my brain."
No one argued.
Ayden saw me and his body slumped. "Oh, thank God."
"Please," Matthias said. "I told you she’s too hard to kill."
"Aww," I said. "Thank you."
Matthias offered me a sweet smile. "Just like a cockroach."
“What’s The Gathering?” I asked. “At first I thought the sheriff said, ‘the gathering,’ but then I realized he said, ‘The Gathering.’”
“Sorry, babe, but you just said the same thing twice.”
“No. I said it with capitals and without.”
“The rules still stand,” Cristiano said, letting me lead the way. “Even more so now that I have given my word to the Hex Boys. Do we need to review?”
“Oh, yes, let’s!” I said with bright enthusiasm, then lowered my voice and put on a haughty Italian accent. “Time is blah-blah short. If I say go, you must do as I say or I will conk you over the head and drag you out of here like the shirtless blahbity-blah-blah caveman you know I am capable of being.” I smiled sweetly and returned my voice to normal. “Did I get that about right?”
“Close enough,” he said pleasantly.
He grimaced. “I don’t think I have enough to go around you. Have your boo—has your…chest area always been this big?”
“Man up, dude,”Blake said. “They’re called boobs, and yes, babe has always been that voluptuous.”
Cristiano snorted, then coughed and tried to hide a smile. Ayden swacked the big guy’s arm. “Stop checking out my girlfriend’s,”he shifted uncomfortably, “…you know.”
“Mammilla? Bosom?” Jayden said helpfully. “Or we could go with the array of urban slang I’ve been attempting to amalgamate into my knowledge base to further improve my acclimation into conventional culture. Alphabetically, the first that spring to mind are bazookas, bazooms, cans, headlights, hooters, speaking of which I found that a thriving entrepreneur has created an entire chain of restaurants based on the waitresses' generous size of said hooters, and based on my research, Aurora, you would not meet the requirements for employment. No offense.”
I lifted my arms to accommodate Tristan’s ministering. “None, uh, taken?” Even I had to admit, Blake’s term of “voluptuous” was a bit of a stretch.
“As there shouldn’t be,” Jayden said. “Your body proportions are quite adequate for the size of your breasts, or as we return to my terminology list, knockers, melons—”
“Jayden, stop!” Ayden ordered. I tried not to laugh. Ayden rubbed his face with his palms. “Let’s just say anatomical assets, and Blake, quit checking them out.”
“I can’t help it.”Blake grinned unashamed. “I love boobs!”
“What’s with the alarms? Did the demons start a fire?”
“We think so,” he said. “Dumped a pitcher of some flammable liquid in the trashcan in the lobby that set it on fire. Ayden took care of it. Nothing serious. Probably a distraction technique.”
Fantastic. “No, that was me.”
“It’s all right there,” he said impatiently, then resumed typing.
I smoothed out the document and studied it closely. It was a mish-mash grid of rows and columns filled in with numbers and letters, but no real words. “Oh, I see,” I said sweetly. “It says, Blabity-blah-blah. And over here, there’s some ba-blabity in addition to the blabity-blah-blah. Of course. It all makes sense.”
Ayden saw me and his body slumped. “Oh, thank God.”
“Please,” Matthias said. “I told you she’s too hard to kill.”
“Aww,” I said. “Thank you.”
Matthias offered me a sweet smile. “Just like a cockroach.”
“Apparently, you didn’t get the memo, mates,” Matthias growled at the fallen assassins. “I’m first in line to shoot her.”
Blake caught his wrist, and without opening his eyes, said in a groggy slur, “Babe, I know you’ve been dying for an excuse, being in the throes of battle and all, so go ahead. You can give me mouth-to-mouth now.” He puckered his lips.
Cristiano smiled. “I do not believe I am the ‘babe’ you are wishing to provide that no-doubt pleasurable as well as lifesaving feat.”
Blake smiled wistfully. “Cristiano, that you?”
“Yes, my brave friend, it is I.”
“Honestly, dude, you are so pretty, I don’t think I’d mind.”
"But I must say," Jayden smiled wistfully, "when I was a child, I had a giant stuffed whale which I slept with every night. Very soft and squishy, and Aurora, instituting the connection of our bodies last night, which I believe constitutes the term snuggling, provided the same comforting sensation as slumbering with the whale. Most enjoyable, I forgot how much I missed it."
"Giant whale," Luna snorted a laugh. "He just called you fat."
"Don't be so surprised." Blake tapped an index finger to his head. "I have a mind like a steel sieve."
"You mean trap."
"Nuh-uh." Blake shook his head. "Nothing gets trapped in my brain."
No one argued.
"Romeo and Juliet?"Cristiano frowned. "Not one of my favorites."
"That's surprising." I gave him a mocking glance. "Considering it's an Italian story and sell of lies, betrayal, murder, and mayhem, I would've though it was right up your alley."
"It's just Jayden," she said and kept walking down the hall.
"In our daughter's bed? Half-naked!"
"But it's just Jayden," Mom said. "It doesn't count."
"Thank you, Mrs. Lahey," Jayden said. "I appreciate your vote of confidence in my lack of coitus with your daughter."
Dad's face went slack. "Oh. My. God."
Jayden smiled. "And Mr Lahey, I am also appreciative of your confidence my virility of carnal pursuits with your daughter. Wrong as your conclusion may be, your accusations provide an illogical yet robust appeal to my masculine ego."