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that?” Evelyn asked. “ What is that?”
    He didn’t get a chance to explain. The floating woman burst into action.
    And so did Conall.
    Evelyn cringed as the woman screamed. The creature’s pristine features metamorphosed into a sneering countenance with blood-red eyes and a mouth filled to capacity with razor-sharp teeth.
    “Oh, shit!” Evelyn held her stapler up, wishing she had a gun.
    The flying woman and Conall collided midair. As they fell, tangling on the floor, the woman screamed and screamed. Seconds later, Conall flung the woman against the ceiling with tremendous force. He jumped to his feet just as the creature came crashing down in the spot where he’d just been. Conall stood over her, his hands clenched into fists and his breathing heavy.
    The bizarre creature floated upward toward the ceiling again, but he didn’t stop her. Her long-fingered hands curled like claws as she glared at Conall and charged.
    Conall leapt into the air, his right foot coming up as he landed a kick right in the middle of the creature’s chest.
    Evelyn watched in horrified fascination as the female sailed backward through the air for what seemed forever down the long hallway until she thudded against the back wall. The woman’s horrible cries escalated as she fell to the floor. Without hesitation, she hurdled back into the air, sailing down the hall at tremendous pace.
    Again Conall moved so fast she couldn’t see him, his body a blur. The flying woman tumbled to the floor as she missed her target, then she blipped out of existence, nowhere to be seen.
    Conall materialized, his face rimmed with sweat, his fists clenched at his sides. An icy sensation rolled through Evelyn starting from her stomach upward, like an artic blast from the depths of a frozen wasteland. While she feared the creature, she wondered where in Hades Conall had gotten his powers. His eyes burned yellow, their beautiful color obscured by the fire. She didn’t know whether to be scared of him or totally turned on by his stunning display of male muscles and supernatural fighting skill.
    23

    Denise A. Agnew
    Stunned and breathing hard, Evelyn asked, “What was that thing?”
    “A banshee.”
    “You’re kidding.”
    “No, I’m not kidding. We’ll talk about it when this is over. In the meantime, keep your eyes open—”
    In a burst of speed, the being rematerialized between Conall and Evelyn and careened straight down the hall toward Evelyn. Evelyn didn’t have time to do more than gasp and take a few steps backwards.
    The banshee hit Evelyn so hard the stapler almost flew out of her hands. Evelyn landed with a thud on her back, pain startling a grunt from her.
    As the creature hovered over her, Evelyn let out a determined battle cry and swung.
    “Take this, you bitch!”
    With a dull thunk, the stapler clonked the banshee in the temple. The banshee’s eyes widened, then rolled up as she fell on her back with a sigh.
    Conall stood over the banshee and uttered words in a language Evelyn had never heard before. The unconscious banshee started to dissolve.
    “My God,” Evelyn said.
    As if heralding the banshee’s last gasp, thunder rattled the complex. A few seconds later the banshee’s body evaporated like a wisp of smoke, as if she’d never existed.
    Conall smiled at Evelyn. “Damned if that stapler didn’t flatten the bitch. It gave me enough time to use the incantation. She needed to be unconscious before it would work.”
    Evelyn stared up at Conall. “What did you say to make her disappear?”
    “It’s Irish Gaelic. A quick spell to send the banshee back to the realm where she came from.”
    “Why on earth was the banshee even here?”
    Conall sighed. “Apparently she became attached to an Irish agent who recently transferred here and then was killed in the line of duty. She’s been lamenting his death the last two weeks. Mac called me in to find a way to eliminate her.”
    Incredulous, she shook her head. “She was in love with