Ok, so that wasn’t anything new. When your life consisted of hunting misbehaving monsters across the city of San Francisco, punctuality took a backseat to survival. But this time she didn’t have an excuse. She hadn’t spent the morning fighting mages doped up on magic. Nor had she spent the afternoon explaining to those naughty nymphs for the one-millionth time that it was not cool to lure unsuspecting men into their houses for a little fun followed by a dose of post-coital memory wipe. She hadn’t even spent the evening breaking up vampire bar fights. She was still on leave from her job at Mayhem, the city’s oldest mercenary guild. Instead of scrubbing blood and monster guts out from under her fingernails, she’d spent the past half hour staring blankly into her closet. Her first official date with Kai was tonight, and she had no clue what to wear. I think he’d appreciate these, her dragon half said, projecting an image of a black lace bra and panties into her head. And what do I wear over the lingerie?
