Hot for Slayer

by Ali Hazelwood

“How long has it been?” I asked, batting my eyes. “At least since the early eighties. I hope you’re still using sunscreen, because those crow’s-feet around your eyes don’t— Shit.” I grunted as a dagger sank into my stomach, pinning me to the brick wall.

My motto is: If I have to suck someone dry every few weeks, why not make it a Goldman Sachs executive?

“I have lots of free time. Very few interests. Just the one, really.” He glances in my direction.