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the Adze yelped. He transformed into a firefly and zipped out of the wolf’s deathly grip.
    I pressed two fingernails on the bronze fist atop my walking stick; a blade slid out the other end and I slashed it in the air at the bug. “What do you mean by entering my home uninvited?” I demanded. “It’s the height of ill manners and I simply won’t abide by uncouth behavior.”
    “We’re hungry,” the firefly squeaked, sulking at being denied access to my neck’s vein.
    “We?” I repeated. An image of Yawa lurking in the shadows of the barn rose unbidden in my mind.
    “Kamalu said you could help us,” the vampire simpered.
    “Oh, did he?” I snapped, wondering what game the Lightning God was playing now. I spun on a boot heel, wishing the firefly was underneath it, and marched to the door.
    “Or did he say we could help you?” the Adze continued. “English is such a confusing language.”
    “Either way, it would appear your instructions were erroneous,” I informed him just as Mr. Timmons burst through the doorway.
    We collided and, he being considerably bigger with the greater momentum, I fell back under his weight. He grabbed me to him and thus I avoided smacking my head on some unforgiving surface. Jonas darted in behind him, holding a glass jar containing an energetic firefly in one hand, and a hefty club in the other hand.
    “Miss Knight,” Jonas said, shaking the jar at me. “You’re still alive and uneaten.”
    “So it would seem,” I replied. “A fortuitous turn of events, I’d say.”
    “Although it astounds the mind how you’ve managed thus far to remain so,” Mr. Timmons said with a severe expression that boded no good for the Adze.
    Yao transformed back into his handsome human form and growled, “Let my sister go, you filthy little beast.”
    Jonas straightened. “I’m not so little and I bathe every day.” He again agitated the jar.
    “Cease, you fiend, have you no compassion?” Yao wailed.
    “Jonas may be close to useless at driving horses,” Mr. Timmons elucidated in a deceptively soft voice, his stormy eyes fixed on the vampire, “but he’s remarkably quick at capturing blood-drinking fireflies.”
    Jonas pulled back his shoulders as he puffed out his thin chest in response to the praise. “Yes, bwana, I most certainly am. And horses aren’t very useful after all, unless they’re possessed like Nelly and can fly.”
    “Oh bother,” I said, my blade still pointed at Yao. “You’re not going to start calling us mama and bwana, are you, Jonas?”
    The man snorted, his face wrinkled up in disgust. “You have no children, and even if you are blessed in future, you’ll always be Miss Knight to me.”
    Mr. Timmons frowned at that pronouncement, then turned to me. “Are you all right, love? You seem remarkably sanguine for someone who has suffered such an affront.”
    “I just appear that way,” I informed him with a touch of acidity in my voice. “As a matter of principle, I prefer to have my nervous breakdowns in private.”
    “Most practical of you, madam,” he replied, some of the tension leaving him as he begrudgingly smiled.
    “Yes, and besides, I don’t think you’d appreciate me throwing all our lovely new Chinaware at Yao’s head, now would you?” I continued as I picked up a delicate porcelain cup. “I might miss and make a mess of the wall.”
    Yao hissed while Mr Timmons snorted and asked, “Surely you’re not serious, Mrs. Timmons?”
    I smiled serenely. “Of course not. I would never miss.”
    “Let Yawa go,” Yao pleaded, his tone so plaintive that I was sorely tempted to do just that.
    “Ignore him,” Jonas interrupted my willing thoughts. “He’s influencing your mind.”
    Yao scowled at Jonas while Yawa yelled from inside the jar, “We should’ve eaten you first.”
    “Why did Kam send you?” I inquired and prodded the blade against Yao’s ribs, wondering what the Lightning God could possibly be plotting this time. “I can’t