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Damien got it unlocked in two seconds and then shut off the power around the perimeter of the property. To make it easy, the owners had even labeled the proper fuse “Security System.”
Amateurs.People really should label their security system as something innocuous, like “garbage disposal.”
He jumped the side gate, entering the neighbor’s yard, running to the back fence, where he tossed a rope and grappling hook over a tree just on the other side. These people were making this much too easy. You’d never see a tall tree on the edge of his property.
Damien climbed up the rope and into the tree. From there, he would have an excellent view of Vincente’s prop…prop…property. “What the fuck?”
I told you to bring the big knife, tailor. Why do you never listen?
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The worddisturbingdid not come close to describing what Damien was witnessing in Vincente’s backyard.
Men and women dressed to the nines and sipping martinis were gathered around a wooden table. On that table was a female. Nude, bound, and surrounded by tiki torches.
Now, if this were your standard ritualistic cult gathering, one would draw certain conclusions. Human sacrifice. Ritualistic rape.
But no.
This was something far worse: a political fundraiser.
Damien winced.That poor woman.In about two minutes the full moon would come out, and if his assumptions were correct, she was going to turn into some sort of creature. Wolf, rabbit, penguin? Who knew? The were-community reached across the species spectrum.
And how did he know she was a were? Vincente’s fear-porn speech.
“You think you are safe?” he bellowed in his tux, circling the table while speaking to the guests. “These creatures don’t want to coexist. They don’t care about you or your families. Sure, some look like you and me. Some even look like our beloved pets. But make no mistake!” He raised his voice higher, shaking a finger at the sky. “They want to enslave you, take over your minds, eat your children. They are evil! We must take action to fight back!”
Damien had to hand it to Vincente; he had the gift of oration. Because his guests started pulling out their wallets and writing checks. The woman on the table hadn’t even shifted yet.
You must put an end to this, tailor. She is suffering. She is afraid. You cannot let this stand.
Damien knew the dark beast was right. The woman had done nothing wrong other than to be born a were or get bitten by one.
I wonder how she survived the blast.
Damien whispered, “I agree with everything you’re saying; however, I cannot take them all on by myself.”
Yes, you can. You have your emergency black suit in the car.
He knew what the beast was thinking, but it was a bad idea. “I’m going to get the police and return.”
It will be too late for the woman, tailor. Stop being such a pussy and fight.
Fighting was not on the menu tonight.
If you will not step up, tailor, then step aside. Let me take over.
“No. Never.”
Damien straightened his tie, put on his sunglasses, and rang the buzzer to Vincente’s front gate.
“Hello?” said a woman over the speaker.
“Here for the party. My fucking assistant lost the code. I’m Senator Robles.” A made-up name but sounded legit.
“Come in, sir.”
The gate buzzed, and Damien walked through, heading straight for the side of the house instead of the front door.
