White Jade Reaper (Demon Lord Book 4) by Morgan Blayde

Author:Morgan Blayde [Blayde, Morgan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-12-26T23:00:00+00:00

NINTEEN

“I’ve always wanted to be the kind of person

who’s still alive after a round of cards.”

—Caine Deathwalker

It was the one attack the slayer-in-training had not been prepared for by her school instructors. Drac had a hand in the small of her back, offering support while he leaned her off balance, lips pressed tight to hers. His other hand didn’t relinquish her knife-wielding hand. No one really wants to die for love, though many bad songs have been written about it. Madison had her eyes squeezed tightly shut so her mind couldn’t be rolled by the vampire. Otherwise, she was too surprised to struggle.

Then like a switch being thrown, she remembered that kissing vampires was bad. Her head dipped even lower as she wrenched her face away. Eyes closed against mesmerism, she whipped her head forward in a head butt that should have split his nose and splattered blood into the air.

But he’d drawn back as well, looking down at the floor from where a vicious, high-pitched growl arose. He let go of Madison and she fell backward onto her lovely ass. Dracula sort of danced on one leg while he shook the other. A small winged fox had his ankle in a death grip. The beast’s tail went every which way, a battle flag wagging with exuberance.

The waiter that had been standing by knew this was above his pay grade. He ran off, no doubt to summon the manager.

“Spirited … beast.” Dracula kicked with more vigor. “Someone want to … get it … off me?”

From the ground, Madison pulled out a vial of what I could

only assume was holy water. She threw it at Drac’s face.

I already had my gun in hand. Squeezing off a shot sent a lead slug through the vial, exploding it before it reached its target. The slug went on across the room, between two diners, burying itself in the wall. Rasputin’s aura washed out in the wake of the slug, and the diners remained oblivious to the disruption of their meal.

I pointed the muzzle at Madison’s leg. “Stop, Grace, or you’re friend’s going to catch a bullet with her knee.”

Grace let go of Drac’s ankle, looked at me, and whined.

I glared at her. “I don’t care if I am ruining your fun. If I don’t get paid, you don’t get paid. College fund, remember?”

Grace sat on her haunches and smacked the carpet with her tail, one last thump of impudence.

Madison stared daggers at me. “Traitor!”

I smiled at her sweetly. “You might want to go fix your face. Your lipstick is smeared. Oh, and Onyx is still in the art gallery, being seduced by an uber-hot vamp chic. You better go save his virtue.”

Madison pointed toward the back of the restaurant. “Sniff him out, Grace. I’m right behind you.”

Grace gave off an excited yip and flounced away.

Boobs heaving spectacularly, Madison scrambled up and ran after her.

“Uber-hot?” Rasputin said.

Vlad said, “Someone travelling with you has virtue?”

I turned my attention to Vlad. “Need a Band-Aid? Maybe a rabies shot?”

He shook his head minimally.

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