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Authors: Gail Koger

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“Together.” As one we recited, “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He

maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's

sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;

for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”

Asmoday’s furious howls rose in volume.

“Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest

my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all

the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”

Fireflies danced in the darkness. Our grandmothers’ magic rocked.

With a thunderous cracking boom, a seven-headed dragon appeared.

ate Asmoday.

“Well, that was quick.”

Gader’el’s sulfurous yellow eyes surveyed us for a moment. “Do not return.

Desopsuit de cruce

Poof! We were back at the circus.


Chapter Eleven

I let out a giddy laugh. “We’re alive! God almighty, we’re alive.”

“Yes, we are.” Fabian’s lips claimed mine with a kiss so carnal it shook me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Who said romance was dead?”

“Not me.” Fabian’s hands slid inside my costume. He caressed my breasts with his

right hand while the left stroked my pussy.

Everywhere he touched, sparks of pleasure shot through me. My senses swirled as

he thrust a finger deep inside me. God, that felt so good. I wanted his naked body

against mine. I needed his cock inside me, making me his.

His thumb teased my clit. “Remember when I said I was going to lick your pussy

until you screamed my name and begged for more?”

“I do.” I ground my pelvis against his erection. “There’s nothing stopping you

now, is there?”

Xero wiggled in my pocket.
“Me come out now?”

“Except a baby demon,” Fabian growled.

“Having a kid definitely puts a crimp in our love life.”

“Ya think?”

“Me want out,”
Xero fussed.

I slid her from my pocket and handed her to Fabian. “Say hello.”

A reluctant smile tugged at his mouth. “She is a cutie.”

“You pretty too.”
Xero licked Fabian’s chin.

My head began to throb.


“Give me the child and fuck Mariah. The bond needs to be completed,” a

melodious voice commanded.

She did not just say that? I looked over my shoulder. Serafina Dragos, Grams’s

archenemy, stood there. The voice of an angel and the face of a crow. Serafina had never

forgiven my grandmother for stealing her man, and to this day dressed in funeral black.

In her vendetta against my grandmother, Serafina conveniently forgot Jose was a gigolo

who was sleeping with both of them. Furious over his betrayal, Serafina tried to turn

Grams into a snake. Her aim was off and she zapped Jose instead. The poor guy now

spends his days in a terrarium at the local zoo.

“Nonna, this is none of your concern,” Fabian snapped, steel in his voice.

Serafina’s beady black eyes surveyed me with open contempt. “Bedding the

Vizzini’s pitiful virgin will be distasteful, but it is necessary.”

My temper flared to life. Excuse me? Pitiful? Fabian didn’t care if I had demon

guts in my hair, and Serafina wasn’t getting her hands on Xero. “Listen, you hideous

old bird, I get to choose who I fuck, not you.”

Serafina laughed. Not a pleasant sound. “You are Dragos now. You will obey me.”

“My name is Mariah Smith. I’m neither Vizzini nor Dragos. They call me the

Judge. I’m in the business of paybacks, and lady, you do not want to be on my list.”

Serafina gaped at me in stunned disbelief.

Fabian chuckled.
“I don’t think anyone has ever rendered Nonna speechless.”

“I’m not quite as helpless as your grandmother thinks.”

“You insolent child,” Serafina spat.

Xero bared her tiny teeth at her.
“She mean. Want me to eat her?”

Fabian and I cried in unison.

The ground shook. Lightning danced wildly around us.

Oh, God. Grams was summoning her powers. I quickly put Xero back in the

“Stay put, Xero, until we get your grandmother calmed down.”



A bolt of lightning struck the ground next to Serafina. The old harpy shouted,

“Bring it on, Annalisa, and I’ll send you right back to hell where you belong.”

I groaned. “Not more than five minutes ago, they were working together. What

happened to the truce?”

“With my grandmother? Hard to tell.” Fabian looked around warily.

A cloud of thick white smoke appeared.

I coughed and hacked. “Grams? You really don’t want to do this.”

“Oh, but I do.” She stepped into view, and with a wave of one hand, the smoke


“Parlor tricks.” Serafina sneered.

A bolt of blue energy shot from Grams’s fingers.

It struck Serafina in the chest. Her body contorted, twisted, and shrank into a

rather large crow.

I sucked in a horrified breath. “Oh, shit!”

Fabian pushed me behind him and confronted Grams. “I forbid you to duel.”

“Forbid?” Grams’s menacing tone raised the hair on the back of my neck.

“Run!” I cried, tugging on Fabian’s arm.

“I am Dragos. We do not run,” Fabian snarled.

Grams chuckled. “Foolish, foolish man.
Tempore est quaedam monstrata
.” A thin red

mist boiled up around Fabian.

“What are you doing to me?” Fabian’s voice was suddenly high-pitched and

feminine. The mist dissipated. An attractive woman with long black hair stood there.

She wore a low-cut peasant blouse, black spandex pants, and stilettos.

“Dammit, Grams! Was that necessary?”

“Without a dick he can’t fuck you.”


A look of utter horror on his face, Fabian cupped himself. “

Yikes! He’d just called Grams a cunt.

Fabian’s boobs suddenly ballooned out to a good 40EE, and his butt would now

give a reality star a run for her money.

“Don’t say another word. There’s no telling what else she’ll do,” I warned Fabian.

Staring down at his chest, Fabian growled in Italian, “
Cazzo zuia

“Are you suicidal? Grams knows Italian, and calling her a fucking pussy isn’t

going to help the situation.”

An evil smile on her mouth, Grams gestured.

Fabian’s lips swelled up. Yeow! Bee-stung didn’t quite describe them. More like a

severe allergic reaction.

The hunter’s eyes bugged out. “Ssshittt.”

Serafina cawed loudly and landed on her grandson’s head.

A few seconds later, Fabian’s lips shrank back to normal size.

Grams raised her hand to blast her again.

Kraa. Kraa
.” A whirlwind of sparkling yellow magic shot from Serafina’s wing

tips and engulfed Grams. When the energy field faded away, it revealed a small green

toad. “
Ribbit. Ribbit. Ribbit

“This is bad. This is really bad. Toads give Grams warts.”

Serafina flew off Fabian’s head and landed in front of Grams. “
Kraa. Kraa

Grams puffed up. “
Ribbit. Ribbit

And the fight was on. Energy bolts were flying in every direction.

The Tilt-A-Whirl vanished.

Ticket booths exploded.

Food stands burst into flames.

The carousel shattered into a thousand pieces.


“Big boom.”
Xero chortled.

“Yes, lots of booms.”
Once Grams calmed down, she would be mortified at all the

damage she was doing. Dodging the yellow and blue bolts, I took refuge behind the

Ferris wheel.

A bolt sizzled past Fabian’s head as he tottered unsteadily on his stilettos. He

finally kicked them off and ran for cover. He grabbed his boobs to keep them from

spilling out of his blouse.

I jerked him behind the control panel. “Jeez, they’re gonna kill each other.”

“They’re so fucking big.” Fabian mashed his breasts together. “How do you run

with these things?”

I rolled my eyes. “With a good support bra.”

He cupped his ass and groaned. “My butt—”

I cut him off. “Is the size of a Buick. Can we focus here? I need the demon hunter.

Not the twit-brain bimbo.”

Fury darkened Fabian’s eyes. “Twit-brain?”

Yikes! He had PMS? How was that even possible? I groaned. Grams. She did have

a mean streak. I handed Fabian a slightly squished chocolate. “Hormones are a bitch.

This will keep you from killing the first person who pisses you off.”

“Some people need killing,” Fabian growled, popping the chocolate in his mouth.

Xero asked hopefully,
“Me have some?”

“No, sweetie, chocolate is very bad for babies.”

“Not baby.”

The Milk Bottle game booth blew up.

Enough already. “I think I have a way to stop them.”

“Me too.” Fabian cracked his knuckles.

“Without killing them.”


“Where’s the fun in that?”

I quickly gave Fabian another piece of chocolate. Mixing testosterone with

estrogen was never a good idea. Unless you wanted to raze a city.

God, I hoped my stun-gun spell would stop our grandmothers. I summoned my

sword and pointed it at the battling toad and frog. “
Cuidam suis

A blinding blue magical bolt struck the crow. Puff! Feathers exploded in every

direction. A pink, thoroughly plucked bird hit the pavement.

“Cuidam suis.” The second bolt smacked into the toad. It jumped about a foot

before crashing to the asphalt.

The air shimmered around both of the witches, and presto! They were human

again and very naked. For an old lady, Grams looked pretty good. Serafina resembled a

bony old hag.

I did a happy dance. The spell had worked.

“You do realize they’re going to be
unhappy you stopped their fight,” Fabian

commented, holding his hand out for another piece of chocolate.

I ignored him. He wasn’t getting the last of my chocolate. “Yeah, I’ll be lucky if

they don’t change me into a rat or a skunk or some kind of a bug.”

The earth rumbled and cracked beneath our feet

I fought to keep my balance as black smoke shot from the fissures.

“Bad man comes,”
Xero wailed.

I stroked her soothingly.
“I won’t let him hurt you.”

Fabian’s sword appeared in his right hand. “Rossi. That prick is responsible for

killing two of my best hunters.”

“Easy, big guy.” I pushed the sword down. “You know, and I know, Rossi’s black

magic is way too powerful for us to take on alone. Even our grandmothers would have

trouble defeating him. We need to play it smart.”

Fabian shot me a hostile glare. “Smart? You went to work for him.”


Suppressing a groan, I nodded. “I did. My mistake was not checking in with

Grams before I took him on as a client.”

“Is that an apology for ruining my career?”

I gave Fabian my last piece of chocolate. “Yes. It was my bad. Can we move on?”

He nodded grudgingly.

“Rumor has it, Rossi sold his soul to Lucifer last year for a bigger penis and a fix

for his erectile dysfunction. He’s now hung like a bull elephant and was banging

anything that moved. Demon, imp, and human. You name it. Until last month.”

“Some woman castrate him?” There was an evil glint in Fabian’s eyes.

“No. The moron didn’t read the fine print in his contract, and he now has a whole

slew of demon STDs. Even using the blue pill, he can’t get it up anymore. So, he’s a tad

. He needs the medallion you took to open a gate to hell. Lucifer has the antidote

to his problem.”

“He’s going to confront Lucifer?”

“Oh yeah. Rossi’s got an ego the size of New York. He thinks he can take on the

devil and win. He won’t stop chasing you until he has what he wants.”

Fabian stated darkly, “I can take his head. That’ll stop him.”

“Yeah, you can try, but even PMS has its limits. That nice killing rage can turn into

hysterical tears without any warning. You want to take that risk?”

“No.” Sullen didn’t even begin to describe Fabian.

“Good. Can you play the helpless female for now? Please?”

Fabian thrust his awesome breasts out and wiggled his butt. “Like this?”

I threw up my hands in disgust. “Jeez. Do you want Rossi to grope you?”

His sword disappeared. “No. I’ve been groped enough.”

“You poor, poor baby.”

He gave me the stink eye.


Voices whispered in the wind, creating a wailing melody of death.

Xero trembled violently.

“I know. I need you to be very quiet.”


More smoke billowed out of the ground. Rossi did like his big, theatrical

entrances. He wanted people to think he was the biggest badass on the planet. Ugh. I

hurriedly threw a “nobody’s there” illusion spell around Grams and Serafina.

Rafael Rossi, a little troll of a man with a bulbous nose and bad comb-over,

strolled out of the gaseous black fog. The wind lifted his hair, and it flapped like a flea-

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