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prodded the four bul et wounds in his side. The bul ets had passed cleanly through his flesh and the skin had already started to heal.
    The injury stung, but it wouldn’t kil him, and in a couple of days, there would be nothing left except four tiny scars.
    He used his black T-shirt to wipe the blood from his side, and went to the bathroom to wash and bandage it.
    As soon as he was clean and dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white T-shirt, Wulf switched on his stereo. The preprogrammed songs started off with Slade’s My Oh My while he grabbed his cordless phone and brought up his computer screen to log on to the Dark-Hunter.com Web site to update the others on his latest kil s.
    Cal abrax liked to keep up with how many Daimons were slain each month. The Spartan warrior had some weird notion that Daimon crossovers and attacks were related to moon cycles.
    Personal y, Wulf thought the Spartan had way too much time on his hands. But then, being immortals, they al did.
    Sitting in the darkness, Wulf listened to the words of the song as it played.
    I believe in woman, my oh my. We all need someone to talk to, my oh my …
    Against his wil , the lyrics conjured up images of his ancient home, and of a woman with hair as white as the snowfal , and eyes as blue as the sea.
    Arnhild.
    He didn’t know why he stil thought of her after al these centuries, but he did.
    He took a deep breath as he wondered what would have happened had he stayed on at his father’s farm and married her. Everyone had expected it.
    Arnhild had expected it.
    But Wulf had refused. At seventeen, he’d wanted a different life than that of a simple farmer paying taxes to his jarl. He’d wanted adventure, and battles.
    Glory.
    Danger.

    Maybe if he’d loved Arnhild, it might have been enough to keep him home.
    And if he’d done that…
    He’d have been bored out of his friggin’ mind.
    Which was his problem tonight. He needed something exciting. Something to stir his blood.
    Something like the hot, tempting strawberry-blonde he’d left behind on the street…
    Unlike Chris, getting naked with a strange woman wasn’t something he shirked from.
    Or at least something he used to not shirk from. Of course his wil ingness to be naked with unknown women was what had led him to his current fate, so maybe Chris had some sense after al .
    Seeking a distraction from that irritating thought, Wulf dialed Talon’s number and clicked the remote to change his song over to Led Zeppelin’s “Immigrant Song.”
    Talon answered his cel phone at the same time Wulf logged on to the Dark-Hunters’ private message boards.
    “Hey, little girl,” Wulf said tauntingly, switching to his headset so that he couid type and talk at the same time. “I got your ‘Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap’ T-shirt today. You’re not funny and I don’t work cheap. I expect a lot of money for what I do.”
    Talon scoffed. “Little girl? You better lay off or I’l come up there and kick your Viking ass.”
    “That threat might carry some weight if I didn’t know how much you hate the cold.” Talon laughed deep in his throat.
    “So what are you up to tonight?” Wulf asked.
    “About six feet five.”
    Wulf groaned. “You know, that crappy joke doesn’t get funnier every time I hear it.”
    “Yeah, I know. But I live only to harass you.”
    “And you succeed so wel . You been taking lessons from Chris?” He heard Talon cover the phone with his hand and order black coffee and beignets.
    “So you’re already out and about tonight?” he asked Talon after the waitress had walked away.
    “You know it. It’s Mardi Gras time and Daimons abound.”
    “Bul shit. I heard you order coffee. You ran out again, didn’t you?”
    “Shut up, Viking.”
    Wulf shook his head. “You real y need to get yourself a Squire.”
    “Yeah, right. I’l remind you of that the next time you’re bitching about Chris and his mouth.” Wulf leaned back in his chair as he read through the postings of