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passed Mighty Tough before six fifteen this morning.
    “How many of us you think are left?” A whip-thin black woman from Queens asked on my other side. I figured she might be an Agathodemon. They were rare, or had been for centuries, but there was something about the lilt to her voice and a slight red cast to her eyes that might make her one of the good-hearted creatures from ancient Egypt.
    “Eighteen dropped,” Kelly huffed, surprising me. Not that she was huffing, we all were, but that she was still here and had kept tabs on the falling flies. Might be more to Cheerleader than I thought.
    “Back in position,” came the barked order as we sprawled across the dojo floor. I had to figure out what Stone was because it was sure as heck not human. No human could keep up his brutal pace and smile while doing it.
    Right then he was standing in the middle of the dojo floor, hands fisted on his hips, barely breaking a sweat. Then the door opened.
    All gazes shifted left, including Stone’s whose eyes narrowed.
    Stone spoke first, “Princess, the beauty pageant is over for the day. Come back later.”
    Damn, sweat and sarcasm rolled together in a way that made what my brothers dished out seem benign.
    Who was this woman who looked like she walked fashion runways in her spare time? Either that or she really was some kind of royalty as she stared down her nose at M.T. Stone as if barely aware of his existence.
    I sat up straighter. Not that I liked blood drawn, but a small bout of fireworks would give all us recruits a chance to catch our breath. Something M.T. Stone frowned upon.
    “Vaughn Monroe,” announced the woman in tones that promised hot, sweaty sex and lots of it to anyone who could keep up. I could have sworn Stone swallowed.
    “Bet you a twenty she wraps him around her finger before end of day,” Amazon woman from last night whispered, leaning close to me as she moved from stretched out to sitting straight up. The first words she’d spoken to me all day.
    “You think it’ll take her that long?” I countered, wondering if I should push for fifty.
    “Nah, but Stone’s no lightweight.”
    I took another glance at the newcomer and the cut of her clothes, not that Mud Lake, Idaho had ever seen such a suit. The cost of her hair highlights alone gave her away. This woman was born to wealth and pampering. The high life with a capital H.
    Could she take Stone? Yeah, eventually. But Stone had more riding on the outcome of the sparks flying between him and this Vaughn Monroe. Fighter with the most to lose always fought with more heart.
    “I’ll take your twenty and raise you twenty.”
    Amazon arched her brows. “You a gambler?”
    I shook my head.
    “Your gift telling you something?” she air-quoted the word gift. So far no one had admitted to any uniqueness, though I could scent a few shifters and one Cambion, a half-human offspring of an incubus and a succubus who always smelt strongly of musk, in the group.
    Let Amazon guess or play it straight? I caught Kelly glancing at me out of the corner of my eye. I shook my head again. “Just experience.”
    Amazon shot Stone and the newcomer, both still frozen in place, a good once over before she turned back to me. “Done. Forty says Stone caves first.”
    “And he caves today,” I clarified. “You’re on.”
    Amazon scooted away, allying with Chiquita who’d done nothing but give me the stink-eye all morning.
    But now I had something more interesting to distract me from burning muscles and squeezed lungs.
    “Don’t let me down, big guy,” I said under my breath as I staggered to my feet.
    “You say something Noziak?” Stone pounced on me, ignoring the bigger threat right in front of him. “Why don’t you and Princess here go a few rounds? Show us prep school versus . . .”
    He didn’t say it. Prep school versus prison but he and I both knew what he was thinking.
    Fine M.T. Must-be Terminal Stone. Going up against a Prom Queen wasn’t my style, but