Devil's Playground

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Authors: Gena D. Lutz
want. Just get away from her.”
    “Rafe, I’m not hurt. Go back inside.”
    His eyes latched onto mine.
    “Sorry, Kris, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m here as long as that punk-ass cop is.”
    The situation was going south fast. Rafe was a powerful vampire—my vampire—and he could snap these guys into twigs if he was so inclined. And on the flip-side, if Rafe decided to keep all of his superhuman strength and speed under wraps, his bravado would certainly land him in jail. I had to defuse the testosterone-infused bomb, or it would surely explode in all our faces.
    “Hey, guys. Look, I’m leaving. Let’s forget this entire scene even happened, okay? We’re worked up over the murder, and we could all use a rewind.”
    I watched Tyler’s hand tremble around the hilt of his gun. His stance was stiff, eyes narrowed on Rafe. A rookie with a nervous trigger finger was bad… very bad.
    “Officer Tyler,” I said calmly, so as to not spook him further, “that unarmed man is my friend, and he also works here. You said some pretty unpleasant things to me, which I’m willing to forget if you will lower your gun, so we can walk away from this unharmed.”
    At that moment, the metal thing-a-ma-jig that I’d snatched off the ground slid even farther down my pants. One of the ends caught and dangled from the lace seam, and the other slipped down my leg. I shifted awkwardly. Rafe must have caught the move, because he raised a questioning brow. I shook my head and prayed it wouldn’t fall out and land on the ground.
    With his back still turned, eyes focused on our unfortunate circumstance, Anderson said, “Miss, why don’t you move it inside and take your friend with you, so we can go about our business, and you can go about yours? How does that sound?”
    That was the break I was looking for.
    “Yup, let’s do that.”
    I eased forward, around Tyler, who looked pissed off at Anderson’s decision to let us leave, and walked straight into Rafe’s arms. He held me out in front of him, fingers clenched around my upper arms.
    “Did that scumbag hurt you?”
    I pushed against his chest, which was rock hard, tensed from the near miss of violence, and guided us back through the open door. As soon as we entered the club, I kicked it shut.
    “No, I’m fine,” I said, as I shoved my hand down my pants.
    Rafe’s eye’s widened.
    “If you wait for Rush, he’d be more than happy to do that for you.”
    I felt around in my pants and said, “Where are you?” Then my fingers snagged on it. “Ah-ha!” I yanked the chilly sucker out of my pants and held it out for display. “Look what I found. It’s a clue… I just know it.”
    Rafe’s humored stare narrowed on the bracelet, hanging from my fist.
    “So that entire scene in the alleyway and your crotch-grabbing was for that?”
    I smiled wider than the Cheshire cat.
    “I think I just stole evidence from a crime scene.”
    “That doesn’t surprise me.”
    Darcy appeared, and her eyes bulged, when she saw what I held in my hand, her face morphing from pleasant to livid.
    “Get that thing away from me!”
    I looked down at the bracelet in my hand. It was nothing special. Just an ordinary piece of jewelry, made from silver or white gold. It had a single round charm, dangling from one of the chain links. Upon closer inspection, I saw that engraved in the disc was the likeness of a wild pig or boar. From its mouth, lower tusks protruded, giving the appearance of a vicious predator. It was an odd choice for a woman to adorn her wrist with, but nothing peculiar enough to get upset about. Or so I thought.
    “Do you recognize this?” I asked.
    Darcy floated back a few feet and nodded.
    Rafe looked at the empty space next to me and asked, “Who are you talking to?”
    Waving my hand at him impatiently, I said, “A ghost named Darcy. She’s freaked out by the bracelet.”
    “Oh.” He looked thoughtful. “A ghost is here with us now? Can she allow me to

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