Hefner’s. But, while Hugh likes them young, Fabian prefers the more mature woman.
You’d think his poor penis would get tuckered out servicing all the retirement homes in
the area.”
The reporter winked at the camera. “Those little blue pills are certainly miracle
workers, ladies.”
Her co-anchors broke into laughter.
A tingle at the base of my skull warned me that my grandmother was in my head.
Her raspy voiced warned, “He is Dragos.”
One of the drawbacks of being telepathic was my colorful family could pop in at
any time for a chat. “Who are you talking about, Grams?”
“Fabian. He’s the clan’s head enforcer and a demon hunter.”
I laughed. “No way. That oversexed doofus couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag.”
“A clever predator hides his true self and strikes without warning. Leave before he
discovers who you truly are,” Grams urged.
Which would be bad. Very bad. If the Dragos clan found out about my unusual
talents, they would either kill me or force me to marry one of their hunters. Adding my
genetics to their bloodline would give them super hunters. I couldn’t let that happen.
“Antonio is an hour out.”
What! She was sending in our clan’s enforcer? “That’s not necessary. I’m more than
capable of kicking Fabian’s ass.”
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“Antonio will deal with Fabian. Not you.”
“But, Grams, I—”
“Enough! The decision has been made. Go to the circus and await Antonio,” Grams spat,
every inch the matriarch of the Vizzini clan.
“Yes, ma’am.” I hated lying to her, but I wasn’t leaving until I found that
medallion.
The psychic link broke. My grandmother wasn’t your typical Gypsy witch. Her
resemblance to Sophia Loren was truly amazing, but her beauty hid one hell of a mean
streak. Mess with her, and she would turn you into a toad.
The Royal Circus housed the Vizzini clan’s mobile hunters squad. If there was a
demon infestation, the circus came to town. While the townsfolk were being
entertained, our hunters exterminated the monsters. The FBI’s tactical unit had nothing
on us.
Antonio would love going mano a mano with Fabian. The stupid feud between
our clans had been going on for at least two hundred years. It was worse than the
Hatfields and the McCoys. Since I was a sneaky bitch, I could easily handle Fabian
without anyone getting hurt or killed.
The members of the Dragos clan were deadly fighters and notorious for taking
things that didn’t belong to them. If you crossed them, you ended up in an unmarked
grave. But even more impressive than their penchant for revenge was their skill at
hunting. Their record for killing monsters was unmatched. Even by the Vizzini clan
standards.
My existence was a well-kept secret. After my mother was killed by a demon, my
dad cut all ties with the Vizzini clan. He said I was going to have a normal life. Which I
did until my psychic powers and magic manifested. My poor dad found himself
dealing with an eight-year-old who could suddenly see dead people. I was seriously
freaked out, and Dad did the only thing he could. He called Grams. Under my
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grandmother’s tutelage, I learned to control my abilities, but Dad refused to let her
teach me the family business until I turned eighteen.
On my eighteenth birthday, Dan Harvey shot my father and changed my life
forever. To say my grandmother was unhappy with me rejecting my heritage and
becoming the Judge would be an understatement.
I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Fabian was an enforcer. I guess
my first clue should have been his skill with a sword. If he found out I was the one who
took his car and outed him on national TV, there would be hell to pay.
My cell phone chimed. Hmmm. I was being summoned by Fabian. He must have
posted bail. Had he figured out who I was? If I was going to dance with a hunter, I
needed to be prepared. My mask was firmly attached. A little mouthwash, a big bite of
gooey chocolate cake, some of my special toys, and I was ready to rumble. I walked into
the penthouse living room and studied Fabian carefully.
He was sprawled on the couch in a deceptively relaxed pose. I admired the way
his black T-shirt and jeans clung to his muscular form. A sleepy expression on his face,
Fabian smiled seductively.
Did the idiot really think he could seduce me into spilling my guts? I smiled back
politely, exposing my chocolate-covered teeth. “You rang, sir?”
Fabian’s eyes narrowed, and he patted the couch beside him. “Please sit.”
This was going to be so much fun. I plopped down beside him and gave Fabian a
blast of my dragon’s breath.
He gagged, and his eyes began to water.
“Oh, you poor thing. You’re not feeling well.” I hopped up. “I have something
that will fix you right up.” Yep, it would put him to sleep for the next twelve hours.
The demon hunter grabbed my wrist. “Sit down.”
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Damn. The bastard was freaky strong. I couldn’t break free, and I wasn’t exactly
your average girl. I sat and exhaled a long breath. “Certainly, sir. Are we planning
another party?”
“Mio Dio. Enough!” Fabian pulled a traveler’s size bottle of mouthwash from his
pocket. “Drink it.”
“Are you saying I have bad breath?” I huffed in outrage.
Fabian choked. “Your breath is a lethal weapon.”
Yes, it was. “I find your attitude very offensive.”
“Drink it, or I’ll pour it down your throat.” The dangerous edge in Fabian’s voice
sent a chill skittering down my back.
I took the bottle from him. “Could I have my arm back?”
He released me. “Try to run and you’ll find yourself flat on your back and not in a
good way.”
“Gee. Aren’t I little young for you?”
“Drink,” Fabian commanded testily.
I opened the bottle, swished the mouthwash around, and spat it out in his glass of
fifty-year-old whiskey. “Happy now?” I fought back a grin as the muscles in Fabian’s
jaw knotted.
“Happy is not the word I would use.” Fabian opened the laptop sitting on the
coffee table. The video of his poolside escapades was playing. “How did Celebrity News
get this?”
I shrugged. “The paparazzi are sneaky buggers, sir. I’ll get security to check for
hidden cameras.”
His mouth tightened. “That won’t be necessary.”
Keeping up with my persona of the ever-helpful butler, I insisted, “It’s no trouble
at all, sir. I’ll have security up here in five minutes to check for listening devices and
cameras.”
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“The penthouse has been scanned for bugs,” Fabian replied, still looking a little
green around the gills.
“By who?”
“Me.”
“No offense, but you should let the experts deal with this.” I pulled out my cell
phone.
Fabian took my phone away. “I am an expert.”
I patted his knee. “You’re a supermodel, honey, who likes old ladies and
stripping. Let’s not get a swelled head here. Let me call the experts.” I held my hand out
for the phone.
My psychic senses went on red alert when Fabian’s demeanor changed abruptly.
A fierce intelligence flared in his eyes. He seemed to get bigger, his features hardened,
and the womanizing doofus transformed into a predator.
Holy fucking shit! I had unleashed the hunter.
A steely note in his voice, Fabian demanded, “Who are you, and who do you work
for?”
“Oh, dear. I was afraid this might happen. That nasty fight today has rattled your
poor wee brain. The resort has a great doctor, and I’ll—”
Fabian grabbed my face mask. “Do you think I’m stupid?”
I let my voice tremble. “No, sir.”
“Take it off or I will.”
I gave a horrified little squeak. “You want me to disrobe? I’m reporting you to the
management.”
“Cut the act and take off that damned disguise,” Fabian growled.
“As you wish.” I triggered my tranquilizer ring and stabbed him in the thigh.
“Nighty-night.”
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With a roar of fury, Fabian grabbed my hand, yanked the ring off my finger, and
hurled it across the room.
I jabbed him with my other ring.
Fabian shoved me down on the couch and clamped his hand around my neck.
“Who are you?”
Dammit. Why wasn’t he unconscious? I tried to pry Fabian’s fingers off my throat.
“Millie.”
“Don’t fucking mess with me. I’ll—” Fabian’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he
toppled over.
I pushed him off me. “About time.”
Grams screeched in outrage, “What have you done?”
Crap. She was monitoring me. “I handled the hunter. Tell Antonio he’s not needed.”
“Is Fabian dead?”
“Ah. No. Killing humans is not my thing.”
“You little fool. He’s a Dragos. Kill him now,” Grams snapped.
This was beyond crazy. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a tad? He doesn’t
know who I am.”
“He has your scent.”
Now he was a supernatural bloodhound? “I took precautions. He can’t track me.”