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his fel ow Dark-Hunters. It was comforting to know he wasn’t the only one who was bored out of his mind in between assignments.
    Since Dark-Hunters couldn’t gather together physical y without draining each others’ powers, the Internet and phones were the only way they could share information and stay in touch.
    Technology was a godsend to them.
    “Man,” Wulf said, “is it just me or do the nights seem to be getting longer?”
    “Some are longer than others.” Talon’s chair squeaked over the phone. No doubt the Celt was leaning back in it to scope out some woman walking past his table. “So, what has you down?”
    “I’m restless.”

    “Go get laid.”
    He snorted at Talon’s stock answer for everything. Worse, he knew the Celt real y believed sex was a cure-al for any ailment.
    But then as his thoughts turned back to the woman at the club, Wulf wasn’t so sure it wouldn’t work.
    At least for tonight.
    However, in the end, a night with another woman who wouldn’t remember him didn’t appeal to him.
    It hadn’t in a long time.
    “That’s not the problem,” Wulf said as he scanned the messages. “I’m aching for a good fight. I mean, damn, when was the last time you real y had a Daimon fight back? The ones I took out tonight just laid down on me. One of them even whimpered when I hit him.”
    “Hey, you should be glad you got them before they got you.” Perhaps…
    But then Wulf was a Viking and they didn’t look at things the same way the Celts did.
    “You know, Talon, kil ing a soul-sucking Daimon without a good fight is like sex without foreplay. A total waste of time and completely un… satisfying.”
    “Spoken like a true Norseman. What you need, my brother, is a mead hal fil ed with serving wenches and Vikings ready to fight their way into Valhal a.”
    It was true. Wulf missed the Spathi Daimons. Now, they were a warrior class that put the fun in war.
    Wel , from his way of thinking anyway.
    “The ones I found tonight knew nothing about fighting,” Wulf said, curling his lip. “And I’m sick of the whole
    ‘my gun wil solve al ’ mentality.”
    “You get shot again?” Talon asked.
    “Four times. I swear… I wish I could get a Daimon up here like Desiderius. I’d love a good down-and-dirty fight for once.”
    “Careful what you wish for, you just might get it.”
    “Yeah, I know.” In a way Talon couldn’t even begin to imagine. “But damn. Just once can’t they stop running from us and learn to fight like their ancestors did? I miss the way things used to be.” There was a pause on the other end as Talon let out a slow appreciative breath.
    Wulf shook his head. There was definitely a woman nearby.
    “I tel you what I miss most are the Talpinas.”
    Wulf frowned. That was a term he’d never heard before. “What are those?”
    “That’s right, they were before your time. Back in the better part of the Dark Ages, we used to have a clan of Squires whose sole purpose was to take care of our carnal needs.” It was nice to know his best friend had a one-track mind, and Wulf would pay money to meet the one woman who could derail the Celt from his earthy ways.
    “Man, they were great,” Talon continued. “They knew what we were and they were more than happy to bed us. Hel , the Squires even trained them on how to pleasure you.”
    “What happened to them?”
    “About a hundred or so years before you were born, a Dark-Hunter made the mistake of fal ing in love with his Talpina. Unfortunately for the rest of us, she didn’t pass Artemis’s test. Artemis was so angry over it, she stepped in and banished the Talpinas from us, and implemented the oh-so-wonderful “you’re only supposed to sleep with them once” rule. As further backlash over it, Acheron came up with the “never touch your Squire” law. I tel you, you haven’t lived until you’ve tried to find a decent one-night stand in seventh-century Britain.”
    Wulf snorted. “That’s never been my