Night Of The Living Demon Slayer - Plot & Excerpts
Dimitri had his feet under him. He was conscious. That was about all I could find on the bright side. I rolled off his back, and drew a switch star, striking barrel of the pistol aimed at my husband's head. It shaved the end off, rumpling the metal, making it impossible to fire. Then six more guards aimed guns at us. So much for trusting in magic. I tried to block Dimitri as he curled to his side and began to shift. He was at his most vulnerable during the change. He had to be hurt or in severe pain to be doing it now in front of this crowd. We'd hit the ground with bone-jarring force and he'd taken the brunt of the blow. Feathers in blue, green, and purple folded over on themselves. He shimmered as his lion's body morphed to reveal a broad, muscled back, lean legs, and a bloodied floor underneath. Damn. Within seconds he was on his feet, naked and unarmed. He clutched a hand to his side. Are you okay? The question screamed through my head, but I didn't dare ask it out loud. It would do him no good for us to show weakness.
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