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items.”
    A red wormy thing wiggled along the salt line. I stomped on it. “Oh, and you
    might want to get yourself tested for STDs. Heather was infested with demonic
    worms.”
    “I don’t fuck demons.” Fabian snarled, struggling to rise.
    “When things start rotting off, don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”
    “I will find you and when I do—”
    “Yeah. Yeah. I know. A bullet between the eyes.”
    Fabian smiled.
    The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. That was the scariest smile I’d ever
    seen.
    “No. I’m going to lick your pussy until you’re screaming my name and begging
    me for more.” Fabian’s voice was low and purposefully seductive as he slowly
    unzipped his jeans.
    And just like that, my panties were soaked. It had to be some kind of animalistic
    attraction. “You’re not my type.”
    Fabian purred, “I’m exactly your type, and one night in my bed will prove it.”
    Incredulous, I cocked an eyebrow. “Wow. Is that supposed to be romantic? ‘Cause
    it ain’t doing it for me.”
    There was a hint of frustration in Fabian’s eyes as he eased his jeans down an inch.
    “You were watching me. Thinking of how I would taste, how I would feel deep inside
    you. Admit it. You want me.”
    There was something about him that called to me, but a girl had to have some
    pride. “Right, that’s why I gargled with my special mouthwash. To attract you. God,
    you’re kinda pathetic.”
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    Fabian wiggled his hips, and his anything-but-pathetic erection sprang out. “I’m
    going to slide my cock into your tight channel and fuck you all night long.”
    My clit throbbed. Dear God, I was in so much trouble. I took a deep breath and
    fought down my growing arousal. Okay, he had an awesome dick, but I was a
    professional. I could handle this.
    “I’m sure demons and old ladies want some of that, but I don’t.” With that parting
    shot, I headed for the door. The hunter wasn’t in any shape to stop me.
    Fabian snapped his fingers. “Damn. You’re the missing Vizzini slayer.”
    I froze. “How could he possibly know that, Grams?
    “Aphrodite, the slut.”
    Crap. The traitorous bitch had shacked up with a Dragos hunter before a demon
    ate her. I turned to face him. “What do you want?”
    “You.”
    I wanted to smack that obnoxious smirk off Fabian’s face. “Honey, it’s never
    gonna happen.”
    Implacable resolve stamped on his face, Fabian retorted, “I will have you in my
    bed by the end of the week.”
    It was Thursday. What an arrogant prick.
    “Fabian is trying to stall you,” Grams warned.
    Damn. She was right. My eyes narrowed on Fabian’s left hand. He had a ring
    similar to mine. Smart guy had given himself the antidote to my tranquilizer and was
    getting ready to jump my ass.
    It was time to teach the man-whore a lesson. I casually raised my sword and did
    my version of a stun gun. “ Cuidam suis .” A second later, a blue bolt struck Fabian in the
    chest, knocking him flat. “Nice try, Romeo.”
    “You didn’t kill him,” Grams complained.
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    “If you want me to start my training tomorrow, not another word.” I shot a longing look
    at Fabian’s now limp penis. I bet he could do all sorts of naughty things with it.
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    Chapter Eight
    I parked my rental in the circus parking lot and took a deep breath. I loved the
    smell of popcorn, the sound of the calliope playing and children laughing. The big top
    rose over the food booths and rides. I headed for Grams’s spiffy motor home.
    “Hank broke his leg. I need you to take over the ticket booth,” Grams said the
    instant I walked into her motor home.
    “What? I’m not a performer.”
    “You are now. I put the costume on my bed.”
    I groaned. All the ticket takers dressed as clowns. “But, Grams…”
    She gave me the stink eye.
    “Yes, ma’am.” I handed her the hex box and headed down the narrow hallway to
    the bedroom. This was my punishment for not killing