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Something—someone—was thrown out of Mary’s house. Right through the slider.

As the body bounced on the terrace, Zsadist jumped through the opening, fangs bared, face contoured with aggression. He launched himself onto the lesser, catching the thing by the hair and lifting its torso off the ground.

“Where is she?” the brother snarled. When the thing didn’t answer, Z switched his hold and bit it on the shoulder, right through its leather coat. The slayer howled in pain.

Rhage didn’t stick around to watch the show. He raced Mary around the side of the house, only to run into two more lessers. Forcing her behind him, he protected her with his body while he went for his gun. Just as he got it into firing position, popping sounds rang out from the right of him. Bullets whizzed by his ear and pinged into the house and hit him in the arm and the thigh and…

He’d never been so glad to have the beast emerge. He threw himself into the vortex with a roar, embracing the change, welcoming the flash of heat and the explosion of his muscles and bones.

As a blast of energy came out of Rhage, Mary was thrown against the house, her head snapping back and banging into the clapboards. She slid to the ground, dimly aware of a huge presence taking Rhage’s place.

There were sounds of more gunshots, screams, a deafening roar. Dragging herself over the ground, she hid behind a juniper bush just as someone turned the outdoor lights on.

Holy…Christ.

It was the tattoo come to life: a dragonlike creature covered with iridescent purple and lime-green scales. The thing had a slashing tail with barbs, long yellow claws, and a wild black mane. She couldn’t see the face, but the sounds it was making were horrific.

And the beast was deadly, making quick work of the lessers.

She covered her head with her arms, unable to watch. She hoped like hell the beast wouldn’t notice her, and that if it did, it would remember who she was.

More roaring. Another scream. A terrible grinding crunch.

From the back of the house, she heard a rapid splatter of gunshots.

Someone yelled, “Zsadist! Stop! We need them alive!”

The fighting went on and on and probably lasted only five or ten minutes. And then there was just the sound of breathing. Two breaths in. One slow breath out.

She looked up. The beast was looming over the bush she hid behind, that steady white gaze trained on her. Its face was huge, its jaw carrying a shark’s load of teeth, its mane falling over its broad forehead. Black blood ran down its chest.

“Where is she? Where’s Mary?” V’s voice traveled from around the corner. “Mary? Oh…shit.”

The beast’s head whipped around as Vishous and Zsadist pulled up short.

“I’ll distract it,” Zsadist said. “You get her out of the way.”

The beast turned on the brothers and positioned itself in an attack stance, claws up, head forward, tail waving steadily. The muscles in its hindquarters quivered.

Zsadist kept coming as V started to close in on where she was.

The beast snarled and snapped its jaws.

Z cursed in its direction. “Yeah, what you gonna do to me that hasn’t already been done?”

Mary shot to her feet. “Zsadist! Don’t!”

Her voice froze everything like a tableau: Zsadist walking forward. The beast preparing to lunge. Vishous sidling up to her. All three of them looked at her for a split second. And then refocused on one another, going right back to the collision course they’d been on.

“Will you two get out of here!” she hissed. “Someone’s going to get hurt. You’re just pissing it off!”

“Mary, we need to get you out of its way.” V’s tone was that awful let’s-be-reasonable one men pulled out at traffic accidents.

“It won’t hurt me, but it’s about to tear the two of you apart. Back off!”

No one was listening to her.

“God, spare me from heroes,” she muttered. “Back the fuck off!”

That got their attention. The two brothers stopped moving. And the beast looked over its shoulder.

“Hey,” she murmured, stepping out from behind the bush. “It’s me. Mary.”

The great dragon’s head shook up and down like a horse’s, its mane flashing black. The massive