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She snorted. “Yeah…but you have to admit, he’s a good bodyguard to have.”
The traffic was extremely thin and we were making every light. Another five minutes and we pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall. Alchemy for Lovers was the corner shop. And it was the only one that had lights on in it.
“I’m surprised it’s still open. As big as Seattle is, the city closes down fairly early in most parts.” Sometimes it felt like we were living in a smaller town, not a big city.
“I’m not. Think about it. Strippers, probably hookers come here for that potion and other supplies. They primarily work nights. And if this is a haven for sorcerers, well, it’s a lot easier to escape notice under the cover of darkness.”
I swung around and parked a few spots down from the store. “Might as well keep out of sight until Morio and Smoky get here.”
We watched for anybody coming into or going out of the shop, but it seemed to be a slow night. Five minutes later, a car pulled into the parking lot and eased in next to my Jeep. Morio’s SUV, with Morio and Smoky. We got out of the car and, joining them, headed for the door.
As I pushed open the door, bells jingled, and I found myself facing an array of brightly colored sex toys. A row of vibrators sat on one table, from neon pink to basic black. I raised my eyebrows. They were shaped so lifelike that I couldn’t help but wonder who’d posed for them, especially a couple that looked larger than your average cock. I knew some men came in that size; I’d seen equipment that large before—when Morio shifted into demonic form and was naked. The sight certainly made for fantasy fodder, though I still maintained that Camille was a brave woman.
One wall was covered with various harnesses, leashes, dog collars, cuffs, and other bondage restraints. The smell of leather hung heavy in the air. Another wall was floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books and DVDs. A large table held a selection of various lotions and creams and a large basket of condoms, but there were no potion bottles in sight.
The clerks, three women, were all muscled, and they looked capable of handling rough customers who might come through. One, wearing a nametag that read Mandy, sat on a high stool behind the counter. The other two—Dona and Marrow—looked like they were just waiting for trouble to erupt. They gave us a thorough once-over. It was obvious we weren’t FBHs, but that didn’t mean they were, either. Tregarts were muscled and tough, both the male and the female demons.
Camille leafed through a rack of racy costumes, then meandered up to the counter. She leaned her hands on the glass top and smiled at Mandy, behind the counter. “I’m looking for a certain oil for my husband.”
The clerk glanced at Camille’s boobs, then up at her face. “What kind oil are you talking about? And for your body or his?”
“It’s a special oil—one you aren’t apt to keep out front. Special blend. A friend told me about it—a stripper. He said he got it here.” She winked at the woman. Smoky stiffened but kept his mouth shut.
Mandy darted a glance at the tallest of the women—Dona—out on the main floor, then turned back to Camille. “You sure you can handle something like that? It’s pretty powerful.”
“Oh trust me, I can handle more than you might believe.” Camille batted her eyelashes and turned on the glamour. I watched the woman carefully. Tregarts would be immune to our charms. And this chick wasn’t falling for it. But she did give Camille the once-over again and licked her lips, her eyes lighting up with a fierce intensity.
“Marrow—get the lady a bottle of Golden Drops.” The cashier looked over at me. “You want anything? Maybe a…dog…collar?”
I said nothing, but alarm bells began to ring in my head as Marrow turned and swept through a pair of curtains cordoning off the back. I tensed and gave Morio a subtle nod as I moved over to stand beside Camille, landing a feather touch on her arm. She stiffened.
The tension in the air began to rise as we waited. The cashier flipped through a packet of receipts as Dona wandered over to the wall where the harnesses and whips hung.
At that moment, the curtains parted and a group of Tregarts burst through. Dona grabbed one of the whips as Mandy whipped out a baseball bat from beneath the counter.
I hadn’t brought my dagger with me, but I had my boot knife, and I snatched it out of the sheath. Morio began to shift into his demonic form—eight feet of terrifying youkai—and Smoky cracked his knuckles, his fingernails growing into talons. Camille leaped away from the counter as the cashier brought the bat down across the counter at her. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the air and then it was game on—time to bust some heads.
Camille began summoning energy, moving back away from the fray. Smoky turned on one of the bushy-bearded bikers and raked his belly, not deep enough to eviscerate him, but he managed to rip through the guy’s leathers.
Morio aimed for Dona as she brought the whip down across his back, the crack shattering the air with its sharp snap. He roared and dove for her, taking her down beneath him. They wrestled—the bitch was strong—and a flash of his fur caught my eye as he brought a fist directly down on her forehead.
Rather than break her neck, as it would for any ordinary human, it just seemed to stun her a little, and she snapped the whip up to coil around his neck. As he pulled against it, she slid out from beneath him and yanked, hard, trying to choke him.
Smoky’s talons came whistling down to slice through the whip, and Morio fell back as the leather neatly snapped in two. Smoky turned to Dona and plunged his talons into her midsection. She wasn’t wearing leathers and he severed through the flesh, ripping her entrails directly out of her body to splash across the floor. She went down.
Camille turned on Mandy, who was aiming the bat at her. She let loose a bolt of energy that she’d formed between her hands, and, with a brilliant flash, it struck Mandy in the face. The Tregart screamed, clutching at her head, and Camille pulled out a knife from the folds of her skirt and landed a deep blow between the woman’s eyes.>Like most coyote shifters, he was lean. For me, the weight was a burden but not unmanageable. Using my right hand to steady the sleeping man on my shoulder, I opened the door, grabbed the bag in my left hand, and staggered out.
“Shamas! Shamas! Come help me.” The cat was struggling, making it hard to hold on to both bag and man.
As I stumbled forward, Shamas came clambering down the stairs. He took one look at me, grabbed Douglas off my shoulder, and carried him to the door. I followed, the sack-o’-cat in my arms. As we exited the house, an explosion reverberated down the stairs; the shockwave sent me sprawling forward.
I landed chin first but managed not to fall on the cat. Scrambling up, I ran like hell. The flames were engulfing the bottom floor now, roaring down the stairwell. Shamas laid Douglas down by Marion’s side. The coyote shifter fell to her knees, sobbing into her hands.
“Douglas…Douglas…” She began to cry as he opened his eyes, blurrily shaking his head. “Wake up, Doug.”
As he sat up, coughing, I moved over to her side. “Marion, I rescued your cat.” I held out the struggling feline in the bag.
With tears running down her face, she gathered the sack in her arms, crying even harder. She glanced up at the house, then back at her husband.
