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market and pick up some silver and turquoise.”
    Fenn stared at me.   “That sounds cool.  My father’s Native America.  Well, one of their legends anyway.  Maybe I’ll come along and reconnect with my roots.”
    Grace said, “You’re Kachina, of the star people.  Your father’s an Indian legend, but not a true Indian.”
    “Coyote,” Cassie said.
    “A dog?” Onyx said.
    “A mutt by any other name,” I muttered.
    Fenn shot us both flaming yellow stares.  He was keeping his temper reined—barely.  He looked to Grace.  “What?  You don’t want me to go with you?”
    “It’s a business trip.  I’ll be working most of the time.”
    I nodded.  “Yeah, I’m a real slave-driving son of a bitch.  Don’t even put me on your Christmas card list.”
    Grace said, “Fenn, if I let you go, Onyx will want to come, too.  I’ll spend all my time playing referee.  That is not going to happen.”
    Onyx shrugged.  “Just tell him were engaged, and let the beast go off and drown his sorrows in death or something.”
    Cassie peered at Onyx, her eyes flaming as bright as Fenn’s. 
    “You are not engaged to my daughter.  I didn’t hide her on Earth to keep her out of shadow man hands, just to have you swoop in and call dibs.  And the way you say “beast” makes me think you’ve forgotten that Grace and I are beasts as well.  Are you not concerned that marrying a kitsune might be beneath your station as a shadow man prince?”
    I nodded sagely.  “Good point.”
    “You stay out of this,” Cassie said.
    I looked into her shimmering eyes and let my gaze drift down to her tits.  Her knee already touched mine.  I sent out a low flow of raw magic into her skin while keeping it nonaggressive.  The very low amount of power would just make her skin tingle. 
    Cassie’s expression warmed a moment, but then chilled as she remembered where she was and the business at hand.  She spoke to me in a low tone.  “Stop that.”
    I reined in my raw magic and moved my knee away from Cassie’s.
    She moved her knee back into contact, whispering.  “No magic.”
    The waitress was back, a look of anxiety on her face.  She stood behind Fenn, her gaze sweeping across us all.  She said, “Excuse me, but is everything all right here?  If there’s some kind of problem…”
    Fenn stood.  “We should probably take this outside.”
    Onyx grinned.  “Suits me.”
    Grace stood up, glaring at her admirers.  “You guys stop this right now, or else!”
    Fenn and Onyx stared at her; so did I.  Curious, I asked, “Or what?”
    A new voice cut across the tension, a hard female voice that was all sassy threat.  “Or I’ll take all you boys out to the woodshed and drive stakes where the sun don’t shine.”
    I looked at the speaker and believed her, my cock hardening in anticipation of doing anything with this Nordic bombshell.  Madison stood tall, proud, her C-cups tits begging to be groped.  Her dangerous curves were sheathed in black leather pants, a cut off black tee that showed off chiseled abs, and a leather coat.  Boots, gloves, and wooden knives—strapped everywhere—completed her look.  Her take-no-prisoners attitude reminded me of my ex-slayer minion Vivian who I’d left in L.A. 
    The swollen monster in my pants sang out, a voice only I could hear.  Oh, Honey, do I have a stake for you.
    I distracted the waitress by throwing money at her for the food, including a healthy tip.  As I returned my attention to the crowd around the table, Grace stood, her face set, her antennae bobbing, almost mesmerizing the waitress.  Grace used her pointer finger, first on Fenn, then on Onyx, driving home her words.  “You guys are staying here.  I’m not taking my personal life on the road.  I mean it.  If I see either one of you in Santa Fe, you will be off my date list for the next six months—and I’ll sic Tukka on you.”
    Fenn dropped his voice with a no-nonsense tone.  “Look, Grace, I’ve