toward. She found herself staring openly at what had to be an
enormous troll. It was six feet tall, and it was sitting. She couldn’t
imagine what it would be like standing up. It was also extremely
hairy. Behind him looked to be a group of what she could only term
goblins. They were small and muscular with leat
hery skin and wild
tufts of hair in odd places. Somewhere in the back of her head, she
could hear the cantina music from Star Wars playing.
“Never been off the Earth plane, huh?” Dante had a dumbass
smile on his face.
“Do those fangs ever go away?” Meg heard herself ask irritably.
The vampire seemed to take it all in stride. “Certainly not when I
am in the company of a half-naked female with a heart-shaped ass.
Sorry, they pop out when I’m hungry or horny. Can’t help it. And as I
recently dined on a first-grade meal pill, courtesy of Dellacorp, I think
we have to assume it’s your fault. What do you say we ditch His
Highness, go somewhere private, and make some baby fangs?”
“Pay him no heed, miss.” Cara looked at the vampire, shaking her
head. The chaise was plush and covered with tent of ornate fabric that
kept the fierce late-afternoon sun off her skin. “Vampires are not
known for their manners.”
Bound
35
“Is that blood?” Meg looked at the pockets of red that dotted the
sand of the arena floor. Groups of gnomes were hurriedly shoveling
out the offending sand.
“Damn.” Dante sank down beside her. “They already got rid of
the chopped-off limbs. That’s my favorite part.”
“They’re really going to fight?” Meg was suddenly horrified at the
thought of Beck being out there. It was ridiculous, but she felt such a