Fang Shway in LA
with a fluid grace masking the lethal proficiency lurking just below the surface. Okay, I said he was a dragon, not the stuffed kind, the fire breathing burn you to cinders flame throwing kind, be still my heart.
    Traygen wasn’t making eye contact and he acted unusually formal. Our last parting had been painful. Lifting his eyes to mine, the corners of his mouth pulling hard to keep a smile from his lips, he said, “So do you and to what do I owe this honor?”
    “Jason has given us another of his Herculean tasks.”
    Tokem zipped around the room, high on jewelweed, before returning to my hand. “I don’t think I like the sound of this.”
    Chuckling softly, Traygen said, “Do tell. Don’t keep us in suspense.”
    “There is a Daywalker roaming L.A. and Jason is giving us seventy-two hours to find out why.”

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    Traygen let out a low whistle, “What do we know?”
    “Not much. The disturbances began in the port area of the city. Homeless people, street kids, pets disappearing without a trace.”
    “So, what’s the problem?” Tokem squeaked. “You should be grateful. They’re cleaning up the city.”
    “Unless you want your true name posted on the Internet, get serious,” I growled.
    “Touchy, touchy,” Tokem muttered as he glided out of reach.
    “What aren’t you saying?” Traygen asked.
    Damn, he knows me too well. “Ekil sent me a Cu Sith or at the very least he was the last person to animate it.”
    “The vampire prince? Why would he...or should I be jealous?” Traygen said.
    “Yes, one and the same, as to why I have no idea and I’m pissed. No, he’s not my type, gaudy dresser, uppity and always thirsty. We will need to pay the S.O.B. a visit and see what has his fangs unhinged. First, I think we should check out the area near the docks. Then we can make our visit. We need to find out what is going on down there. It may also help explain Ekil’s stake in all this.”
    “Ash, I hope,” Tokem chuckled. “We want him to get the point don’t we?”
    “Tokem, I know you are armed with your quick wit and questionable humor. Unfortunately, the rest of us will need to be armed to the teeth, no pun intended,” I smirked.
    “Touché, my Lady.” Traygen chuckled.
    We spent the next several hours poring over spells and making shields to protect us from Ekil. Most of my power stems from my ability to redirect or capture the natural energies of the universe. I can harness lightening, electricity, solar and wind. On a good day, I can channel these forces through my Dragon’s Eye pendant, into my platinum Uroborus bracelet and/or into my staff. I never leave home without them. Since we were visiting vampires, I added some extra things to my purse, which thankfully was a Louis Vuitton, style and practicality, I liked that.
    “I think we’re ready. We have at least five hours before sunrise. Are you guys ready?”
    “Do we have a choice?” Tokem asked as he darted away.
    “No. Traygen, will you be chauffeuring us?”
    “It would be my pleasure, after you.” Traygen held the door for me and squeezed my hand as I walked past. Passionate waves exploded through my body, my heart leaping for joy, he still takes my breath away. What can I say? He has had a hundred years to perfect his charm.
    Tokem darted into the night, I followed closely behind him, and Traygen brought up the rear. I pulled my car from the garage and parked it on the street. The three of us entered the garage and I pushed the button to close the garage door. Traygen wasted no time changing into his dragon form. He shimmered in iridescent shades of green, flecks of red and blue dotted his back, power radiating from him.
    I climbed on, securing Tokem in my jacket pocket, and pressed the garage door opener. Traygen glided smoothly up into the cloudless night sky, turning west toward the coast. What a rush, flying never gets old for me. Traygen’s powerful wings lifting us effortlessly into the cloudless sky silence

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