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Because of Ashanti, Lucien was still dogging Patrick’s steps when needed, even in sunlight. As one of the first immortals and a goddess in her own right, Ashanti’s rare ability to walk in sunlight and not be burned to ashes had manifested itself in only a handful of her direct descendants. Ashanti had always been fiercely loved by her children. Most people didn’t know the mother of all vampires was dead because legends weren’t supposed to die. Funny how you could keep a story alive even after the subject was gone.
“Is it too late to eat my gun?” Patrick asked no one in particular. Nadine kicked him in the ankle. “Have you been talking to your therapist?” “Have you?” “Bloody hell,” Jono muttered under his breath.
He grabbed for his rifle hanging from his tactical vest, bracing the butt of it against his shoulder. The weapon was difficult to wield one-handed but not impossible to use. He pulled the trigger and held it down, hoping Rachel’s shields were shit. They weren’t. The spelled bullets ricocheted off her defenses, and Patrick groaned. “Betrayal isn’t how you do your civic duty!” “You can’t stop us,” Rachel yelled, taking a step forward. Her athame trailed bright lines of magic in its wake as she drew a pentagram in the air before her. It wasn’t a mageglobe, but her magic’s focus was still obvious.
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“I’ll be your weapon if you’ll be my pack,” Jono whispered against his lips, echoing Patrick’s thoughts.
