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through soft butter. So easy that the sword just kept going
right through the base of the toilet and deep into the floor. More
water washed out onto the hotel room carpet. Spinning, she kicked
him hard as he tried to jump by her, out of the bathroom.
    Cursing, knocked off
balance, he managed to recover in less than the blink of an eye. As
he sailed by, she struck out with a mighty blow that cut right
through the bed – mattress, frame and all. It fell in two neat
pieces. The sword, though, kept right on going, penetrating deeply
into the cement floor beneath where it got stuck. Very stuck. Evie
tugged and tugged finally pulling loose a large chunk of concrete
and metal. Pulling and pushing, she finally pried the block off her
blade.
    Trick jumped away,
pushing off the desk to bounce from the floor to the ceiling as
though the earth had no hold. Evie sliced after him, the sword
gouging more deep trenches in the floor several feet deep. Metal
and concrete melted away from the blade.
    Trick ran up one wall
to crouch on the ceiling. Defying gravity, he hung there upside
down. “If you'd just listen to me!”
    Evie gave an angry
roar. She jumped onto one half of the ruined mattress, bouncing up
and down, trying to run him through as he scrambled this way and
that just out of reach. There wasn't enough room to get any lift
under her wings and really corner him.
    “Have you ever
questioned it? Question who you were sent to kill?” He said
breathlessly.
    She paused for a
moment, her sword raised and burning above her. “No, I don't have
to. I feel the truth in it. The vengeance flares in my heart. The
pain and fear of those unjustly murdered.”
    “And do you feel it
with me? Do you?” He demanded.
    His
words brought her up short. She had felt a lot of things for this
Reaper from the moment she saw him walk in that West Hollywood bar.
None of them had to do with the agonized cries of the innocent. She
stretched out with her feelings and was surprised. Nothing. No
rage, no anger. What the hell was going on.
    Jumping down, he
grabbed the desk chair, holding it out in front of him cartoon
lion-tamer style. “Nothing, right?”
    The pounding on the
door increased in fury. There seemed to be several people in the
hall now.
    She stood her ground
on the broken bed, wings stretched out as wide as they could go. No
matter. The Mark had been called. She raised the sword high for the
killing blow, “Vengeance!”
    There was an ominous
creaking and with no more warning than that, the bed fell through
the floor into the room below with a thunderous crash. Plaster and
cement rained down on Evie's head as she stood there blinking in
surprise.
    ' Well, ' she
thought. 'That was unexpected.'
    She looked up to see
Trick's face peering down, “Are you all right?”
    Without answering him, she spread her wings and using them as
leverage, jumped back up through the gaping hole in the ceiling.
Thank the stars the room below had been empty. She shuddered.
Killing innocents in pursuit of vengeance was not part of her job
description.
    Back in their room,
water was shooting out of the bathroom in a high arc. The place was
full of smoke and dust. At least the banging on the door had
stopped. Out of the corner of her eye, a heartbeat too late, she
saw something bright and shining. Spinning through the air to coil
around her, pinning her arms to her sides. Trick held what looked
like a burning length of rope in his hands. He had lassoed her!
With a flick of his wrist, the lasso spun out like a living thing
to wrap around and around Evie until she was tied up as tight as a
Sunday roast. She teetered there amidst the wreckage.
    “Sorry, Miss Grace
and Beauty. I guess explanations will have to wait until you're a
little calmer.”
    “I am calm!” she
screamed.
    The pounding on the
door started again much louder. Maybe they had found a battering
ram. Sirens howled close by.
    Trick gathered up a
pile of clothes and gave her a jaunty salute, “I must