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glad Juliana was doing well, and that my next tat was almost ready.  “All right, Red, I’ll see you later.”
“Later, Caine.”
My business done, I entered the front room.  Hugging her new toy, Juliana ran from behind the counter, stopping in front of me.  She got on tiptoes and pulled my coat for me to bend down.  I did.  She gave me a kiss on the cheek.  “Come back soon.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Leaving, I looked back and saw Red-Fang between rooms.  He’d seen it all.  My bad reputation was in danger.  I snarled, “Red, say one word about this and I’ll kill you dead.”
His face settled into a display of innocence.  “Say a word about what?”
Outside, a couple of water fey bowed out of my way with smiles.  The thought that Water Court fey still weren’t as afraid of me as I’d like, further pissed me off, but hell, they helped out a lot around L.A. so I let it go. 
Damn, I hope I’m not mellowing with age.  I should probably kill something soon.   Lots of something.
I crossed the street and stood in the spot I’d arrived at.  I held up a hand, focusing my magic, and ran though a spell Old Man had taught me.  Accessing the mirror back home this way took some of my life force, but no penalty in pain from using my dragon-blood tattoos.  It would be nice to move around this way all the time, but programing coordinates into the mirror was too time-intensive.
The portal opened, turning the air into a wavering mirror.  I stepped into my own image and returned to my bedroom.  The air was different, sweeter.  W hy do I smell vanilla?
Catching a small flickering light from the corner of my eye, I looked at one of my nightstands.  There was a white votive candle burning there.  The bedding was changed.  The place had been straightened up by someone. 
Who has the balls to do this to my room?
I came around the foot of the bed, heading for the door.  The closet door flew open and I caught a flash of bright red hair.  A warm female body—quite naked—crashed into me.  I grabbed her ass purely by reflex.  Honest.
Angie shrieked, “Surprise!  Did you miss me?”  She pulled back and tugged on the fastenings for my pants. “It’s been so long…” 
“I’d go away more often for this kind of reception.”
Tattoos on the sides of my legs burned like a brush with a blowtorch, increasing my strength and stamina to god-like levels.  I let my pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them, quickly shedding the rest of my clothes.  I scooped Angie up and tossed her onto the bed.  She squealed as she bounced. 
I fell on her like a starving beast, but heard no complaints.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
FOUR
 
People talk about souls having a
Final Destination—mine’s a bar.
 
                                                — Caine Deathwalker
 
I opened my eyes and saw our sprawled reflections on the ceiling mirror.  Angie’s eyes were closed.  A slight smile indicated happy dreams—probably of me.  I looked sated and a little sleepy.  A bit of blood marked where my earlobe had been nipped.  Fortunately it was still attached.  I sat up slowly, trying not to wake Angie, and felt the sting of nail marks on my back. 
Standing, I looked down at her freckled face, framed by blood-red waves of hair.  The color was natural.  When transformed, she made a red wolf as well. 
Some of her wolf’s feral personality had come out in bed, enhancing her sex drive and endurance.  It’s a good thing I don’t bruise easy.  It was also good I had a dragon-blood tattoo to protect me from picking up lycanthrope from Angie.  I wouldn’t have made a large wolf, just a very dangerous one.
The alarm clock on the nightstand said eight o’clock.  It was not my habit to be up so early, but I had business in town with people who kept regular hours.