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by smoke, but Justin got ‘em free. The lady cried out that their little dog was still in their room. Justin went back to try and save it right before the roof fell in.”
    “My god.”
    “So I’m sorry, honey, but when the sun comes up, Justin can’t be seen nor heard. But I think he’s hanging around, listening.” Just then, a phone rang in another room. The clerk gave me a motherly pat, and went to take the call.
    I sat frozen on the couch. I felt a little breeze on my cheek, almost a kiss. And then the room was empty.
    THE END

Fangs, Fur, and Fae
    by Marie Harte
    Devon Meadows held perfectly still in the dark corner of the empty bedroom, willing herself invisible. It had long been rumored in her family that the women of her bloodline could do amazing things during times of crises. Either she’d been adopted, or this wasn’t enough of a crisis to merit panic magic.
    She didn’t fade into the woodwork as she’d hoped. Her next best choice would be to escape the second floor and hide somewhere else until daybreak, when the moon disappeared. The mansion had enough rooms to conceivably hide herself, except that her scent carried to the maniacs after her. The darkness didn’t help any, because her pursuers could see just as well at night as they did during the day. The genes of vampire and wolf shifter had blended together to create a most powerful predator. Or predators--considering the dangerous brothers hunting her.
    Her heart pounded like thunder, and she tried a muting spell to camouflage her presence from the marauders stalking her like a walking filet.
    “Gotcha.”
    She shrieked as Alistair Drake grabbed her and flung her over his shoulder.
    “Dammit! Let me go!”
    A large arm wrapped around her thighs and held her close. The man was like steel. No chance breaking free from his grip, not without some unworldly help.
    Devon concentrated. “Mother Maker, bring me—oomph.” She suddenly found herself pinned against the wall, nose to nose with a very angry, sexy, and determined vamp-shifter.
    “Not another word.” Alistair glared at her with enough heat to melt the icecaps. And the frigid hold on her sex drive.
    Devon could have ignored his anger, but the carnal need in his dark eyes stirred an answering response deep within her.
    He inhaled and groaned. “I knew it. You  do  want us.”
    Before he could gloat, she kneed him right between the legs and shoved him away.
    He fell and cupped himself while she scrambled to escape.
    “No way am I taking on  three  of you,” she emphasized and left the room, heading for the stairs. Best friends or not, Devon had no intention of mating with the three hungry hybrids. She didn’t want permanence yet. Fae didn’t stray, and she wanted to live a little before making babies, or in the case of the Drakes, puppies--whatever.
    She raced to the stairs, planning to go down, when Lachlan, Alistair’s brother, appeared at the base.
    “There you are. We’re holding dinner for you, Dev.” He smiled, showing bright white fangs. Then the lights went out, and she seriously freaked.
    Muttering an incantation, Devon threw up a magical wall between her and Lachlan and hastened up another flight of stairs. So far, she had Lachlan trapped on the first floor, Alistair incapacitated on the second… With any luck, Douglas, the third Drake brother, was still sitting in the kitchen below.
    She crossed her fingers and looked around for the attic, needing a place she could ward. From what she remembered, the amount of cedar up there would make her spells powerful enough to withstand vampires, shifters, and anything in between.
    She couldn’t understand it. She’d been friends with the triplets for years. Alistair, Lachlan and Douglas made her laugh, rage, and once cry. Though to be fair, that occasion had been in third grade, when Douglas accused her of having cooties.
    Sunday dinners had been a regular occurrence. Until a few months ago, when they’d