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mum, if I one day found out just who she was.
    With a shake of her head, the nun continued on her journey up the street. The sound of her glass slippers on the pavement drew attention from all the king’s horses and all the king’s men, not to mention the drooling ogre hiding in the shadows up the street.
    I followed the nun for a wealth of reasons, the least of which was my libido. It was late. The shadows were growing deeper and darker. And most importantly, I was damn good at my job.
    I kept a discreet distance between us. The sway of her hips in her habit stirred my body, and soon sparks began to rain from my fingers.
    The sister paused in midstep.
    I froze.
    She started walking again.
    Current arched through me.
    She stopped again, glancing to the right and then the left.
    â€œProblem, Sister?” I asked, my tone thick with sarcasm.
    She whirled around. “You!”
    â€œMe?”
    â€œWhy are you following me?”
    â€œWhy did you lie to me?”
    â€œI didn’t lie.” Her eyes widened with feigned shock. “I don’t know where your Tooth Fairy is.”
    I grinned, showing off all of my thirty-two snowy, shiny teeth, and marched closer to her. She tried to step back, but some kind of force held her enthralled. The closer I got to her the stronger the electrical current flickering inside me grew. In a few seconds I’d turn into a human bug zapper.
    Two seconds, to be precise.
    My skin exploded into a silver light. A gnome on the other side of the street yelped, but I paid him little mind. My attention was focused solely on the redhead who was now flittering around me like a moth circling a flame. Pink translucent wings, like those in Barry’s costume shop but real in every way, sprouted from her back, ripping the perfectly pressed nun’s costume to shreds.
    Barry wasn’t going to be pleased.
    â€œStop it. Please.” She clutched at the torn fabric, trying, without much success, to cover her naked flesh as her body involuntarily circled mine.
    A part of me felt bad.
    A small part.
    A really, really small part.
    I shrugged. Served her right. She had lied to me and now she was paying the price. Her wings beat faster and faster as the radiance pouring off me grew hotter.
    I tucked my hand into the pocket of my jacket, pulled out a pair of black sunglasses, and slipped them on as the light intensified.
    She pulsed closer. Close enough that the scent of her filled my senses. My body reacted instantly, growing hotter under the assault.
    I crossed my arms over my chest, staring into the very sapphire, very angry eyes of the next Tooth Fairy. “So Tinker Bell, what do you have to say for yourself?”

CHAPTER 7
    â€œD on’t call me—” the soon-to-be Tooth Fairy began, but her words were lost to the screech of tires. Muzzle fire flashed from the window of a speeding black car as a hail of silver slugs flew our way.
    The drive-by happened so fast I barely managed a shout of warning before her pink wings knocked me to the pavement. Bullets ricocheted around us, sounding like a chorus of pitchy dwarfs while at work.
    The bullets bounced off her wings with a tinny ping. A plume of intoxicating fairy dust exploded in the air, coating me and everything else in its path. I held my breath to avoid the full brunt of a nasty dust high. A little fairy dust went a long way. Too much and you went straight to the morgue.
    Isabella stumbled under the hail of bullets, caught herself for a second, and then toppled to the ground. Her body landed on top of mine. I grunted under the slight weight. My arms wrapped around her midsection, forcing her underneath me as another volley of shots pelted the ground near us.
    Once the would-be assassin’s car sped off into the darkness, I quickly ran my gloved hands down her body, checking for bullet holes. I expected blood, tears, and shrieks of pain. Instead, when I pulled away I swore I heard her giggle.
    â€œAre you