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dissolved into the Attacker persona, his eyes darkening in anger. “Muthafucka was feeling himself and breached that line, man.”
    Marco’s voice lowered, and his eyes flashed. “What kind of demon?”
    Marco’s voice passed him by as his mind played a mental rewind of the events. Everything that happened made the Attacker shake his head, checking his own anger.
    â€œ ¿Khamun, qué clase de demonio? ”
    Khamun regarded his cousin as he hunched his shoulders and replied, “It’s cool. It wasn’t her, but it was a Warlock.”
    Marco threw his smoke in the air, and it disappeared with a clap as he grunted, “Damn! What the hell do they want with your guide?”
    Fury made Khamun push his empty beer bottle. He watched it roll on the table as he raked a hand through his locks. “Listen, it gets sick. Punk hunted them and played with them. My girl was having spasms, hard ones. The Warlock went in hard on my girl’s godsister and set they spot on fire, man. I tried to wake her up, but her mind was locked to me. And when I say lock, I mean spiritual barriers were on her. What I just say? My guide, my human, she is not what I thought she was, and they know it. Neither is her girl.”
    Khamun glanced around the room with a pause as he replayed the whole incident in his mind. “I had to set that shit straight, had to get to them, but my girl’s godsis was on it, and so was my guide. When they escaped that Warlock, they looked like us , Marco. They are not what I thought, man! Humans wouldn’t escape what that Warlock threw at them. My guide’s bestie, Kyo, threw a gargoyle spell at that punk, and it knocked him back. Bastard was shocked, man, and I had to act fast. I pushed him back in the building, while moving them across the street, and cut that asshole’s head off and fed.”
    Before Marco could say, “What the,” Calvin appeared behind the couch, standing with his arms over his chest.
    He bellowed, a scowl flashing across his handsome face, “What the fuck! How a human female do something like that?”
    Khamun just shook his head and let out a sarcastic laugh. He pounded a fist with Calvin’s while reclining.
    â€œI’m not even done. Let me tell you what I saw my girl do in the building. Baby was moving faster than a nut, damn it!”
    Everyone in the room laughed hard.
    Khamun continued, “When Kyo held her hand to help my guide, Sanna ran, dropped into a floor split spin to dodge the Warlock, while making him fly back against a wall. And, my brothas, Kyo fell back into a backbend and slid under a blocking beam over the door, holding Sanna’s hand as they ran outside. Damn, man! Y’all know the rest. That shit was raw.”
    Calvin leaped over the couch, making it shake with his weight. Expertly landing in a sitting position next to Khamun, he exclaimed, “Baby girl acted like a Gargoyle. Khamun, what cha think?”
    Running a hand over his face, Khamun sat back as he eyed his crew. “What do I think? I think that her skin was letting off the defense markings of a gargoyle, and her eyes sparkled like stone, man. Somehow, some way, that woman is a gargoyle, and all this damn time, no one in Society, none of the seers have documented this shit right here. Come on, man. One is a gargoyle, and the other, I can’t tell yet, but the Cursed want them both and can sense them better than us! Who are these women? Calvin? Marco?”
    His boys sat quiet, each one in a different pose as they either rested near the couch or sat on it.
    Khamun closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. “All I can think is, muthafucka, please. This shit right here is not on that okeydoke tip.”
    Marco suddenly stood and walked out of the room. Snatching some keys, a cold chill followed him as he headed to the garage.
    Khamun clicked into action before his cousin and was already sitting out in his Escalade before his