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Hot, Hard & Howling
Chapter Two
Trent stopped laughing. Two people had come upon the pond, as well as Sonja, and
he had been so distracted by Nell and her toy collection that he hadn’t heard or smelled
their approach.
He looked at the old lady he had known all his life. She was one of the few left in
town who’d known his mother and how she’d died. The round, old Demon was a bit
addled, in his opinion. Her tightly curled salt-and-pepper hair looked as though she
never brushed it. She also walked with a limp and the story she told when they were
kids was that she’d tangled with a lion in her day. Trent still felt like a child in Mi-ma’s
presence.
“Yes, I started her collection. You can never have too many toys.” She hesitated and
looked back over her shoulder to the woman behind her. “Or men, for that matter.” The
woman laughed and Mi-ma turned back to the pair in the water. “I got her one just last
year. A toy, that is. It was an onyx phallus from the vault of Nefertiti herself. Quite a
valuable piece. I believe the carving is most lifelike.” She removed and dropped the
scarf from around her neck. “Her father brought her one back from South America that
would put to shame a big, strong Werewolf like you.”
With that, Trent felt his cheeks color, hearing such blatant talk from the woman
who’d helped him with math homework as a child.
He didn’t recognize the scrawny Vamp who was giggling just behind Mi-ma. Sonja
was biting her lip to keep quiet. He even felt Nell tremble with laughter in his arms.
Trent couldn’t stop himself from letting a small chuckle go at his own expense. This
night was just plain weird and as a Prime, an agent for the Council that regulates the
supernatural world, that was really saying something. These women were all nuts.
An older woman Trent knew as the local coven leader joined the crew on the edge
of the pond. She didn’t speak as she opened a satchel and started spreading out the
tools of her craft. Mi-ma made her way into the water without a care to her clothes. She
tsked and tenderly cupped Nell’s cheek.
All the humor in her eyes was gone as she studied her granddaughter. “Be strong,
my brave girl. Does it pain you much?” Trent was moved by the loving way she
touched Nell. “Has his touch soothed?”
“It’s not so bad, Mi, the Prime has actually taken good care of his charge.” He
listened to the women talk as though he would have done differently. Did the Demons
think him so cold that he wouldn’t help ease her pain the best he could?
The old woman tapped his chin with the same hand that had touched Nell’s face.
“He’ll do. He’ll do just fine.”
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