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.But I was clinging to her like a homicidal monkey.Finally, she had to let go of his neck to deal with me.I squeezed and squeezed harder, and she tried to bite me, but she couldn’t reach around properly since I was on her back.She was able to curve enough to graze my leg with her fangs, but she couldn’t hold on.The pain hardly registered.I tightened my grip even more though my arms were aching like hell.If I let go one little bit, I would join Amanda.Though all of this took place so quickly it was hard to believe, I felt as if I’d been trying to kill this woman/wolf for eternity.I wasn’t really thinking, “Die, die,” in my head; I just wanted her to stop what she was doing, and she wouldn’t, dammit.Then there was another ear-shattering roar, and huge teeth flashed an inch away from my arms.I understood I should let go, and the second my arms loosened, I tumbled off the wolf, rolling over the pavement to land in a heap a few feet away.There was a sort of pop! and Claudine was standing over me.She was in a tank top and pajama bottoms and she had a case of bedhead.From between her striped legs I saw the lion bite the wolf’s head nearly off, then spit her out in a fastidious way.Then he turned to survey the parking lot, evaluating the next threat.One of the wolves leaped at Claudine.She proved she was completely awake.While the animal was in midair her hands clamped on its ears.She swung him, using his own momentum.Claudine flung the huge wolf with the ease of a frat boy tossing a beer can, and the wolf smacked against the loading dock with a sound that seemed quite final.The speed of this attack and its conclusion was absolutely incredible.Claudine didn’t move from her straddling stance, and I was smart enough to stay put.Actually, I was exhausted, frightened, and a little bloody, though only the red spatter on my leg seemed to be my own.Fighting takes such a short time, yet it uses up the body’s reserves with amazing speed.At least, that’s the way it works with humans.Claudine looked pretty sparky.“Bring it on, fur-ass!” she shrieked, beckoning with both hands to a Were who was slinking up on her from behind.She’d twisted around without moving her legs, a maneuver that would be impossible for a mundane human body.The Were launched and got exactly the same treatment as its packmate.As far as I could tell, Claudine wasn’t even breathing heavy.Her eyes were wider and more intent than usual, and she held her body in a loose crouch, clearly ready for action.There was more roaring, and barking, and growling, and shrieks of pain, and rending noises that didn’t bear thinking about.But after maybe five more minutes of battle, the noise died down.Claudine had not even glanced down at me during this time because she was guarding my body.When she did, she winced.So I looked pretty bad.“I was late,” she said, shifting her feet so she was standing on one side of me.She reached down and I seized her hand.In a flash, I was on my feet.I hugged her.Not only did I want to, I needed to.Claudine always smelled so wonderful, and her body was curiously firmer to the touch than human flesh.She seemed happy to hug me back, and we clung together for a long moment while I regained my equilibrium.Then I raised my head to look around, dreading what I would see.The fallen lay in heaps of fur around us.The dark stains on the pavement were not from oil drips.Here and there a bedraggled wolf nosed through the corpses, looking for someone in particular.The lion was crouched a couple of yards away, panting.Blood streaked his fur.There was an open wound on his shoulder, the one caused by Priscilla.There was another bite on his back.I didn’t know what to do first.“Thanks, Claudine,” I said, and kissed her cheek.“I can’t always make it,” Claudine cautioned me.“Don’t count on an automatic rescue.”“Am I wearing some kind of fairy Life Alert button? How’d you know to come?” I could tell she wasn’t going to answer.“Anyway, I sure appreciate this rescue.Hey, I guess you know I met my great-grandfather.” I was babbling.I was so glad to be alive.She bowed her head.“The prince is my grandfather,” she said.“Oh,” I said.“So, we’re like cousins?”She looked down at me, her eyes clear and dark and calm.She didn’t look like a woman who’d just killed two wolves as quick as you could snap your fingers.“Yes,” she said.“I guess we are.”“So what do you call him? Granddaddy? Popsy?”“I call him ‘my lord.’ ”“Oh.”She stepped away to check out the wolves she’d disposed of (I was pretty sure they were still dead), so I went over to the lion.I crouched beside him and put my arm around his neck.He rumbled.Automatically, I scratched the top of his head and behind his ears, just like I did with Bob.The rumble intensified.“Sam,” I said.“Thanks so much.I owe you my life.How bad are your wounds? What can I do about them?”Sam sighed.He laid his head on the ground.“You’re tired?”Then the air around him got hyper, and I pulled away from him.I knew what was coming [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]