“How did the French kill it?” Derek asked. “They sent a Christian virgin out, and she bound it with her hair and led it back into the city, where the citizens slaughtered it. We don’t have a virgin handy.” “No shit,” Desandra said. The central monster bared her teeth. They were thick, sharp, and crooked. “Quick, Derek, it’s your chance to shine,” Ascanio said. Derek gave him a withering look. “Desandra is a mother, Robert is married, Kate’s affianced, and I’m an old soul. You’re the closest thing to a virgin we’ve got. Get on with growing some flowing locks.”
