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said, her gaze fixed on Kevin as though he was some new kind of bug and she was
trying to identify him. 'How far out is that Night Rider?'
    He talked into the walkie-talkie. 'A couple of minutes. Taking it real careful, Felicity says.'
    'Enough time to put in a trace.'
    'They'll find it.'
    'Only if they taste him, in which case, they'll finish him off for us. But maybe we'll find out
where they are. I don't see a downside.'
    Mira pushed Kevin to the floor and pinned his arms with her knees. She was incredibly strong;
like an anvil sitting on his chest. 'You like the view, boy?' Her tongue, so pink against her sharp
white teeth, her lips glinting. She reached back to his cock and squeezed until he groaned. 'You do like it. Here, taste me.'
    She bit her left wrist and he heard the flesh tear, smelled the blood flow, thick and metallic.
He turned his mouth away, but she bled on him, splattering his lips, and he tasted her, steaming
hot, and he was licking and gulping and trying to lift his head from the floor toward her, and
finally she laughed and lowered her wrist till he could suck her down. A voice in the back of his
head was screaming NO but the blood drowned it, drowned it completely as what felt like an electric
current ran through him. Such delicious electrocution.
    'Careful, don't make a mess. We don't want to leave tell-tale stains, do we? Your girlfriend
might not like that.'
    Romanian, he realised. Her name was Mira and she was Romanian, but that had been a long, long
time ago. And the cop - Taipan had been right: he was no cop. Hunter wasn't even his name; it was
his rank .
    She held up her wrist, marked by two pink scars circling it down low, close to her hand. As he
watched, fascinated and horrified, a bright scarlet earthworm burrowed under her skin until it
circled her wrist like a bracelet, then solidified into a third ring of weird scar tissue. His eyes
must've been playing tricks, because he thought he could see something moving inside the scars, like
an eel in a mud puddle. And her eyes
- her eyes glazed so deeply red they were almost purple.
    'Got you,' she said, and kissed him, lapping at his lips and cheeks. She sat up and closed her
eyes as though tuning out to a song only she could hear, and her forehead creased with
concentration, little bubbles of rose-coloured sweat glistening. On her blouse, a circle of blood
blossomed over her heart, and some kind of pattern grew inside it, rapidly blotching but looking
vaguely star-shaped. She smiled at him then, like a prefect who'd just come head of the class, and
said, 'But you
- you do not have me.' The childish glee vanished. Her eyes snapped to green and then back to deep
brown, almost black. Mira gripped his chin, forcing him to look at her. Her fingernails were long,
glinting, sharp at the edge of his vision.
    'If you tell Taipan what we've just done, you and me, he'll kill you. Do you understand? He will
kill you and your mother and your girlfriend. All of you.'
    He glared at her, wishing both she and Hunter were dead.
    'If he tastes so much as a drop of your blood, you are a dead man. Understand?' She made him nod,
his jaw aching from her pincered hold. 'Good boy.' She patted his cheek. 'You play your cards right,
we might get to party later. Do you like the sound of that?' She crushed his balls once more, making
him sob.
    'Time, Mira.' Hunter had moved to the back door where he could look over the rear paddocks.
    Mira uncurled, like a cat stretching, rising to her feet in one graceful movement. Kevin half
expected her to raise her hands over her head, stand on her toes like a ballet dancer.
    'The women?' Hunter asked.
    'Let nature take its course,' Mira said. 'A boy has to eat.'
    'Shit, Mira.' Hunter turned away as Mira rested the toe of her boot on Kevin's chin, making sure
she had his attention.
    'You tell your women, Grease Monkey. You make them understand.' She held up a warning finger. 'If
one word of this gets out - just one little word - the