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tilted in a curious manner.

“I’ll take the hag, you get the cat.” Meg never took her eyes off

Liadan. She stared in almost helpless fascination. The hag appeared

bigger than she had before, her body stronger. There was no question

that Liadan was a predator.

Dante’s voice cracked just a bit. “I really don’t like cats. They’re

creepy. I’m more of a dog person.”

“I’m not asking you to take it as a pet,” Meg practically snarled

back at the vampire. “I’m asking you to kill it. I’m taking on the big,

scary hag. You can handle one little kitty.”

“We really need to talk about this new trend toward emasculating

me at every given opportunity,” Dante muttered. Meg stared at him,

her eyes narrowed. “I can handle the cat.”

“Do that.”

Meg pulled the gun out of the holster and shrugged out of the

confines of the jacket. She no longer felt the chill in the air. Her skin

was hot with the ant

icipation of the next few kill-or-be-killed

moments. Her heart was pounding as she faced down her enemy.

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Liadan was facing away. There wouldn’t be a better time. Meg stood

up.

“That’s not a good idea.” Dante tried to pull at her hand.

“Just take care of the kitty,” Meg shot back at him.

Meg looked out across the forest that separated them and took

aim. The cat hissed, the sound so much larger than it should have

been. It echoed through the forest. As the hag turned, Meg let out the

breath she had been holding and pulled the trigger.

The hag was quick, but not fast enough. She moved to the left.