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.