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I shake loose of his hands, still reeling from the surge of anger that would have had me at the shape-shifter's throat had Williams not stopped me. Williams grabs me from behind and spins me around. I jump toward the shape-shifter, a growl of rage erupting from deep inside. Before I can ask what he intends to do, he has grasped the arrow and pulled it from Frey's body with one single, violent jerk of his hand.įrey's body spasms.
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His face is full of concern for Frey, his thoughts mirror that concern. He appears to be in his fifties, tall, broad shouldered, rangy muscle. He bends down and places one hand on each side of the arrow. I let that come through, as well.įor the first time, I see who arrived with Williams. I let him read my thoughts, see the color deepen, feel chagrin replace discomfiture. Because he guessed wrong about the witch and where she would be tonight or because I accomplished what he and his Watchers could not? He lets go of my arms and steps back, color flooding his face. His expression of concern is so intense, a ripple of fear replaces the relief. Williams crosses the floor in a blur of motion almost too fast to see. I don't realize how tense I am until the sound of the familiar voice sends relief flooding through my body. The doors swing open with a rustle of air.

I creep to the end of the bar, hidden in shadow, and peek around. Either three humans approach or these visitors have cloaked their own thoughts the same way I am cloaking mine. The car pulls to a stop right outside the saloon. I lay Frey down carefully behind the bar and crouch there, too, to wait. Perhaps when Frey and I broke the circle, we broke the spell as well. The guttural sound of an engine floats across the still night. I've been fooling myself to think my humanity was stronger than the creature that shares my body. I would have killed Burke or any of her coven if I'd gone back. If Foley had fought, I would have killed him. Rational thought gave way to instinct, and human emotion to an animal's drive for self-preservation. But tonight, when the vampire took over, Anna was gone. When she-when I-return, I have to close my eyes, clear my head until the shaking stops. Killing her, drinking from her, would be exquisite revenge for what she did to Culebra, to Frey. Without Frey's well-being to consider, I could stop her from harming my friends again. The hammering of my heart, the rush of my blood, the desire to attack something is so intense, I actually consider going back to find the witch. I lay him gently on the floor and hunker down beside him. When I am sure I am alone, I sweep the cat into my arms once more and take him inside. I probe for things nonhuman-vampire and shape-shifter. I listen harder-for mortal breathing and the pulse of a heartbeat. The skittering of bugs crawling across the floor and the hum of the wings of flying insects are sounds both distinct and identifiable. I listen, not only with my ears, but with my entire body. I lay Frey on the street, out of harm's way, and approach. I don't know if Culebra is dead or if he has beaten me back here or if the witch awaits both of us inside. When I reach the saloon, animal instinct stops me from bursting through the doors. In much less time than it took us to reach the tunnel, I'm racing down the dusty streets of Beso de la Muerte. I don't know what instinct is at work now, but I surrender to it, let an inner guidance system direct my feet the way I had let Frey guide me earlier. When we came this way before, Frey led and I followed. I race over the desert terrain with a sure footedness that surprises me. I head out into the desert, following an instinct I didn't know I possessed. I leave them behind with a howl of satisfaction. The humans, however full of hate, cannot keep up. I leap off the altar and race for the darkness beyond. the Evil Legion of Dr.THE PANTHER'S BODY IS LIKE A CHILD'S IN MY arms. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Shredder’s Revenge.

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