Cheating
While Nyx and Keria wait in the mud, plans are set in motion within the castle walls. Two small additions set the stage for their incursion. And, of course, Nyx continues to tease Keria.
While Nyx and Keria wait in the mud, plans are set in motion within the castle walls. Two small additions set the stage for their incursion. And, of course, Nyx continues to tease Keria.
Keria’s ready to get serious about the mission. But Nyx knows what will give her focus the edge it needs. Don’t mistake their banter for distraction, though. They’re quite serious about killing vamps.
If you can’t flirt in the prep leading up to a vampire slaughter, when can you flirt? Besides, Keria needs this. The job is dangerous. A little seductive distraction helps her nerves.
In a tech-less dystopia, it’s hard to know who you can count on. Even those you’ve trusted with your life could betray you. It hurts even more when it’s someone you called a friend.
Sometimes the why doesn’t matter. Sometimes theories are just a waste of time. Sometimes, all that matters is attending to the business at hand. Someone really should tell him. He won’t shut up.
What’s worse than Dave & Buster’s? Gary. Is worse. And worse still is a business meeting at Dave & Buster’s during which you discover you have just 24 hours to pull off a complex, dangerous job.
Sometimes, a little is a lot. Especially when casting a spell that requires precision. If you’re lucky, you have a friend to help you clean up the mess—even if they’re an ass about it.
“Wait. Fucking Tarot?” Heather asked. Raven looked to the woman across the table. “I don’t read Tarot,” the woman said. She produced a worn deck of cards. Playing cards. “I read these.”
Mercifully, the lab was quiet. She moved slowly. She understood how easily a simple mistake could fuck her over. One slip. One careless moment. One misplaced jab. One prick, and you’re fucked.