"Chang?" one of them said.
"She can have him if she wants him."
One gaped at him.
Another just shoved him at me.
Others took the big bastard with him down.
I wasn’t paying too much attention, though, because the fucker coming at me had decided to change his skin and there was nothing less attractive than a wererat in the nude.
Muscles bulged in places they shouldn’t and his legs were all out of proportion. He shouldn’t be able to move well, if life and science were fair, but he could. As he came at me with a screaming sort of hiss, I held steady until the very last second and then moved, burying my sword deep, deep in the cavity of his chest.
I shoved forward with all the strength I had in me as I did so, riding him down.
He wasn’t strong and his body had frozen as he took the silver of my blade. Now I was crouched on top of that misshapen body, smelling the way the silver burnt him, the stink of it in my nostrils while his body trembled and writhed under mine.
"Now. Who were you calling meat?"
The other one was roaring pitifully. From the corner of my eye, I saw him, struggling under the weight of four bodies and staring at us.
"Give the fuck off of me!" he shrieked.
I was pondering just how to answer that when the door opened and I felt the blast of heat rolling over me.
"You know, here’s the problem," I said, leaning on my blade and staring down into his eyes. "One…you’re on neutral ground. Drake’s is very, very neutral and you attacked me for no reason. Two…I’m not human."
I smiled at him. "My dad was…but my mother wasn’t."
I could feel that heat spreading over me now and despite the insanity of the situation, my body was ready to jump up and down, all but giddy with pleasure. Damon was just a few feet away. I couldn’t hear him, I hadn’t seen him, but I could feel him.
"Since my mom wasn’t human, that means under the ANH charter, I’m not recognized as such." I continued to watch the nerves bleeding into the man’s eyes. "Never mind the fact that if you hunt humans on neutral ground in East Orlando, you’re fucked. We hunt your kind down and eat you for breakfast here."
"I want the fucking alpha," he snarled. "Where’s the Lady?"
I laughed. "Oh, that’s funny. You’re a fucking rat and you want to throw yourself on the mercy of the cat’s alpha?"
"There’s no pack here! We have to align with somebody and you can’t deny me that right. That’s in the fucking charter," he said and then he whimpered as I twisted my blade.
"Well, that brings us to the third problem…and really, it’s your biggest. If you’re smart, you’ll just move around until the silver in my sword shreds your heart," I said quietly.
Damon took a step closer.
"I want the fucking alpha!"
"Kit. Introduce him to the third problem," Damon said, crouching down by me.
"Sure." I twisted the blade again. "You sure you don’t want to just kill yourself, rat?"
Night Blade…coming soon
Contents
Title page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
About J.C. Daniels
Night Blade
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