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stop with the bad banging-a-judge jokes, before Sadie hears them and throws their no-good asses in jail for contempt of court.
    Everyone rises as Sadie takes her bench, and my chest expands with pride. She is so small yet so powerful, a woman any man would be pleased to call his, and she’s mine.
    “This court is now in session, the honorable Judge Sadie presiding. You may be seated,” the bailiff instructs the court. Asses hit chair seats, the rumble like thunder, a warning of the storm to come.
    I stand behind Sadie, my arms crossed, my legs spread. It is me at my most threatening. She rambles through the usual bullshit about how she gave the case much deliberation -- everyone in the courtroom knowing Poe is guilty and deserving of a stake through his non-beating heart.
    The vamp snickers throughout the proceedings. He thinks he’s getting a free ride and with any other judge, he might, but this is my girl, and my girl doesn’t take shit from anyone. She’s a badass beagle, bent on justice, and when Poe finally realizes this, courtesy of the life sentence about to be handed to his eternal ass, he’ll be pissed.
    I catch Drake’s eye, ensuring he isn’t daydreaming about cottontails. He nods, putting a hand on his gun. There’s no one I’d rather have positioned to the left of us.
    Sarge places himself to the right, creating an effective crossfire. The damn big blood demon he calls partner looms over him, standing too close for any straight man’s comfort, making me wonder why Sarge doesn’t tell him to fuck off, but my friend can be a pussy sometimes, and although he complains about his partner, he does fuck all about his overbearing attitude.
    “Will the defendant please rise?” Sadie relays in her tight judge voice, making my cock twitch.
    Poe slaps his lawyer on the back, like the verdict is a big joke. Laughter ripples through the undead contingent.
    “The court finds the defendant, Virgil Poe, guilty of thirty-two counts of first degree murder.”
    All laughter and talking ceases, silence falling in the courtroom like a shroud of impending doom. Poe’s mouth drops open, revealing his fangs, and I long to put a bullet into him, but as much as I’d like to, I can’t kill a vamp for showing the teeth his maker gave him.
    The moment hangs, my senses heightening. I smell the cinnamon scent of Sadie’s skin. I hear her soft breathing. I feel every notch of detail on my gun handle.
    “The defendant, Virgil Poe, is hereby sentenced to life imprisonment in a maximum security paranormal facility,” Sadie bravely presses forward.
    “You bitch!” Poe screams, and all hell breaks loose, the vamps flying at Sadie in a synchronized attack. Fuck, I hate vamps and their irritating thought-sharing.
    I start shooting, dusting vampires like it is a professional sport. Sadie, determined to be the judge to the end, whacks her gavel, calling for order in the court. There is no order, the vamps closing in on her.
    “Sadie, shoot your damn gun,” I bark at her, placing my arm around her waist and swinging her out of harm’s way. A vamp flies past my left ear, his claws ripping into my shoulder.
    Fucking hell, that hurts like a motherfucker. I set Sadie down, and plug some liquid sunshine into the bastard. He bursts into flames, screaming like a little girl at a teeny-bopper concert. I can’t sit back and watch him burn into ash, as other vampires are making a run for the grand prize of killing my woman.
    Drake, Sarge, and the boys all have guns blasting, picking the vamps off. Sadie is shooting too, but she’s adorably precise, lining them up carefully before pulling the trigger, still grasping her gavel in one hand like it will protect her. “Shoot your fucking gun, Sadie!” I holler at her. She may be a damn good judge, but she’d make one dead police officer.
    There is a temporary lull in attacks and that is worrying because Count Crackula -- their crazy leader -- remains alive. I glance over at Drake, and his