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spawn out
there trying to wreck your plans and kill my friends, we have
enemies in common. Just think, we could become best
frenemies."
    She wrinkled her nose in
distaste. "We do not call ourselves spawn , you ignorant Castratae. It is a
derogatory term. We are Daemos." She sniffed. "Common enemies or
not, why would I ally myself with an abomination?"
    I almost laughed, the anger evaporating
and turning into outright disbelief at the haughty nerve of this
woman. "Abomination? Ouch. Someone's manners are still stuck in
third grade."
    "You are an abomination, child. Formed from
the loins of a cowardly traitor and a human."
    I grinned. "Vallaena didn't have an
issue talking to me. I guess the women of House Slade are made of
stronger stuff."
    Kassallandra pursed her rosebud lips,
the color in her eyes fading to a muted blue. "If Anae Vallaena
found you worthy to speak with, then I shall make an allowance as
well."
    I already knew women were crazy, but
good lord! Spawn women had enough crazy to make other women look
sane.
    The sound of people yelling and
crashing through underbrush caught my ears. The hellhounds' ears
were already angled that way, their bright yellow eyes alert. We
didn't have long before the police showed up. If they'd had
questions before, I couldn't imagine what they'd ask upon seeing my
unscathed body after playing demolition derby with a ten-ton
garbage truck.
    Malkesh whined and looked toward a tree
about a hundred feet away.
    "Elyssa Borathen, show yourself,"
Kassallandra exclaimed.
    Elyssa slid into view, quiet as a
ninja. "Let him go," she said, her voice tight with
apprehension.
    I wondered how long she'd been hiding
there. A chill ran down my back. She would slice my nanner off if
she'd seen the kiss Nightliss had given me.
    "I am not holding him against his
will," Kassallandra replied.
    "Oh really?" I said. "So your lapdogs
are just sitting around, waiting to be petted?"
    Kassallandra arched an imperious
eyebrow. "The police are nearing. I suggest we retreat to a better
place for discussion."
    "Discussion?" I said, the pitch of my
voice jumping up an octave. "I don't call it 'discussion' when
you're going all grade school on me with the name calling. Haven't
you ever heard you can catch more flies with honey than
vinegar?"
    Her eyes narrowed, though the corner of
her mouth lifted ever so slightly. Probably not quite a smile, but
close enough.
    I glanced in the direction of the
voices. "Better make up your mind fast, Kassallandra, 'cause I'm
not going anywhere with someone who's being ugly to me."
    She took in a deep breath. "Fine. I—I
apologize for my harsh words."
    I cupped a hand to my ear. "Wait a
minute, what was that? I didn't quite hear."
    She pressed her lips into thin lines,
took a deep breath and said, "I apologize for calling you an
abomination." Malkesh pressed his great head to her side and
whined. Man, apologizing had to really hurt for a stuck-up snit
like her.
    "You promise to be nice?"
    "Really now, the police
are—"
    I raised my voice. "Kassallandra. Do
you promise to be nice, or should I go away and leave you all by
your lonesome?"
    She bared her pearly whites and grunted
in a most unladylike way before saying, "Yes. I will endeavor to be
nice."
    I grinned and took a step toward her.
Malkesh snarled so I took a hasty step back. "See now, that wasn't
so hard, was it?"
    "May we go now?" she said, looking
through the dense pine trees toward the sound of encroaching
people.
    I glanced at the gray-suited remains of
the golems, dissolving into gray sludge and soaking into the
ground. I wondered if the stuff was biodegradable. "Yeah, let's
go." I motioned at Kassallandra. "Lead the way." I took one last
look at the chaotic scene: the slime-filled gray suits, the
overturned garbage truck, and the torn earth. I almost felt sorry
for the detectives who had to figure this mess out.
    Kassallandra motioned us to follow. "My
car is back this way."
    "I'm not blindly hopping into your
car," I