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closer. The smell of his arousal is strong and smoky, like a bushfire, and Rajah’s cock awakens in memory. He can already feel smooth naked muscle in his hands, the velvety hardness in his mouth, the hot charcoal taste of pale demon flesh pressing against his palate, the gush of seed that burns his throat like acid.
    But defiance sears away any inkling of desire. “Say it,” he suggests coldly. “Make me suck you off, if it’ll give you a laugh. You can fuck me, too, if you like, since you didn’t have the guts with Jade. It won’t stop me leaving you.”
    Kane screeches in fury like a vulture, green lightning crackling between his fingertips, and his palm smacks into Rajah’s cheek like a thunderclap. Blood splashes, and Rajah tumbles to the polished floor, laughing in salty scarlet bubbles.

 
     
     
     
     
     
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    I leaned my head against the warm window, orange streetlights looming and fading as the number eight tram rattled and thumped along its tracks. Tall brick university buildings blotted out the stormy sky and cast gloomy shadows on the wet black asphalt.
    It was the last service for the night, and the carriage was almost empty, the lights flickering on and off as the current spiked. The tart stink of pot stung in the overconditioned air, and in the corner, a skinny banshee in tight leather pants and a lacy corset made out with some guy. Smoke drifted from the joint she held loosely between two fingers, bluish-white hair sliding over her bare shoulders. She straddled his lap on the vinyl seat, crooning an eerie song deep in her throat as they kissed, her purple lips plastered to his. Sweat trickled down his temple from his shaven head, his eyelids flickering to show bloodshot whites, his grimy gold-ringed hands planted firmly on her ass.
    Two in the morning had come and gone, and the air thickened with the smell of distant thunder when I got off the tram at the corner of
    Lygon Street
    and walked the couple of blocks to my flat. Warm breeze lifted my hair, sultry and pleasant on my skin after the chilly tram. Voices and music from a few pubs still drifted, and I passed a gang of drunken students, a dreadlocked Jamaican who sidled past and offered me a twist of shiny foil, a teenage girl in thigh-high boots and red hot pants arguing into her phone.
    Against the wooden fence at the corner of my street crouched a spiky-haired spriggan, giggling, poking at a hunched figure with her yellow claws, her narrow black eyes shining with glee.
    “Leave him be.” I kicked at her. The vile pest hissed and scuttled away, leathery black skin gleaming, pointed knees and elbows flailing like a crab’s legs. The homeless guy groaned and rolled over into the bluestone gutter, his greasy coat flapping open to waft out his beery stink. Even if he wasn’t paralytic, he probably couldn’t see through her glamour, and would have thought he was being dissed by some insolent foul-mouthed teenager.
    Most mortals are easy prey to fae glamour, and never see what’s right in front of them. Some aren’t, and they wander the world with a glazed look in their eyes, constantly slipping over the edge from one reality to another. Not every whacked-out fidgeter or hollow-eyed nutcase is just a junkie.
    I stepped over the drunk and into my shabby little enclave. Kane probably didn’t know or care where I lived, but I knew Angelo didn’t like me renting such a tiny beaten-up place. It’s only a cheap student flat, just a couple of rooms, a kitchenette and a shower. But I liked it here. I liked the smell of old floorboards and furniture polish, the creaking peppercorn tree above the tin roof. I liked that it was away from the traffic so the stray cats that darted in the street didn’t get run over. I liked that my neighbors were students, waitresses, musicians, bad artists, and petty criminals. People who didn’t look down on me.
    The hours I kept, they probably thought I was a prostitute, or some wannabe drug dealer’s