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enough to put her down and pull the sword he had strapped to his back—something that was at odds with his gangsta image.
    Enforcers preferred swords and other edged weapons. Most vampires could move faster than a bullet, though that wasn’t enough incentive for her to give up her gun. Plus, guns weren’t great for close combat, which was always what these skirmishes turned into if prolonged.
    Resting against the tree Teaghan had left her by, Jeliyah tried to make sense of the battle so she could jump in when needed. Teaghan and the rogue were moving too fast to track. All she caught were the sparks when their swords clashed.
    There was one way to slow the rogue but that meant removing Ghost Status on Teaghan’s marker. Other necromancers couldn’t see him but she couldn’t either. She could aim at the red dot, which was the rogue, but her spell would hit any other vampire in the vicinity as well. Her magic wouldn’t target Teaghan so long as she knew where he was. Maintaining Ghost Status was taking a lot of energy. If she was going to take it down, she needed to do it now.
    She glanced at the two marker dots. They were closer but still far enough away that they shouldn’t cause Teaghan any trouble. She would chance it.
    Clasping her hands, she said, “Cancel.” As she thought, the two markers paused for a second before speeding up their approach. She spread her hands in the direction of the clashing swords and pushed her power through the necromes toward the red dot. “Halt.”
    The rogue stopped mid-swing as if he’d run into a wall. He looked her way, an expression of rage contorting his features. Teaghan lopped his head off with a single, quick slice and then caught the head while the body fell.
    Teaghan looked at the head and then at Jeliyah. “What the fuck, woman? How the hell did you cast that without hitting me?”
    Jeliyah slid down the tree to the ground, breathing hard again. She’d overestimated her ability to cast Halt so soon after Ghost Status, which meant Shield and Stun would have also been too much. She should have gone for Disarm or possibly Trip instead. She said in a breathy voice, “Your previous necromancers must have been weak if that impressed you.”
    If Teaghan had a reply, she didn’t catch it as the world faded.
     
    Teaghan sighed. Jeliyah’s head dropped forward and she sagged to the side. She’d fainted. He’d never had a partner do that. She’d overexerted herself, which meant she would be out of it for a few hours. This hunt was over so it didn’t bother him. If she pulled this shit in the middle of a hunt, he would beat her ass.
    A grin curved his lips at the idea of yanking down her pants to reveal her round ass so he could smack it. He wouldn’t stop until her skin glowed with the heat and blood rushing to the surface and she was begging for more. Jeliyah seemed like the type who liked a good spanking. But he would have to find that out later.
    He pulled a plastic bag out of his back pocket, stuffed the head inside, looped the handles over his wrist and then picked up Jeliyah. She draped over his arms with her neck bared. If he had been any other type of vampire, that would have been a nice invitation.
    The electric shocks of pain slicing up his arms and his incoming company curbed the thought. Most necromes went inactive when the user lost consciousness. Not so with Jeliyah’s. Hers were shielding her like stinging nettles. He’d gotten himself quite a powerful partner this time around.
    Ignoring the pain and hugging her close so her head rested on his shoulder, Teaghan ran at top speed back to his car. He didn’t have time or the inclination to deal with the other two enforcers. His marker had tagged the head as his kill—something those in charge had come up with quick to curtail infighting—so they wouldn’t try to take it. But he didn’t feel like dealing with the posturing and warnings to stay off their turf…as if it belonged to them.
    That territorial