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What’s wrong with you tonight?” Monica shoved in front of me and raised her own hands. “ Desino! Absisto! ”
      I didn’t know whether to be relieved or freaked that Monica’s freezing commands didn’t work either. On the one hand-good to know I wasn’t having some weird power outage. On the other hand-zombies, coming closer, clearly wanting taste of girl flesh, “nom nom nom…”
      “We’re going to have to put them down the hard way.” I risked a quick glance over my shoulder, relieved to see we were still alone and none of the girls had risked cold, soggy feet by coming to see why we’d run off into the woods like a couple of lunatics. “Do you have-”
      “Of course I have my knife.” Monica whipped her tiny blade from somewhere near her waist.
      How she hid the thing in those skintight clothes was anyone’s guess, but I was glad she had the metal required for the pax frater corpus spell. I had enough power that I didn’t need to pierce the flesh of a zombie with metal in order to immobilize it-I just had to whack it with my fist while I chanted-but the average Settler did.
      “You get Shorty and Baldy, I’ll get the tall guy, and we’ll split the dude coming up from behind,” Monica said, taking the lead as usual.
      I would have argued that I should take the tall football player guy since he looked a heck of a lot more threatening than the two smaller, thinner zombies on the left, but there wasn’t any time. We were about to be surrounded.
      “ Pax frater corpus, potestatum spirituum. ” I chanted the first portion of the spell as I rushed forward, catching the shortest zombie with a sharp thrust of my palm to his face, then crouching down to sweep the legs out from under the bald guy. Two seconds later, I was on top of him, pounding him in the center of the chest. But for some reason, Baldy didn’t seem to be getting the message to lie down and die.
      I poured even more strength into my punches and power into my spell. “ Inmundorum ut eicerent eos et curarent omnem. languorem et omnem infirm- ” I was nearly to the end of the chant when freakishly strong hands fisted in my hair and pulled me off the struggling corpse beneath me, dragging me through the snow.
      At first I thought it was the fourth zombie who had snuck up behind me, but then I spotted that dude still a dozen feet away. It was the short guy I’d already put down! He should have been zonked out in the snow awaiting an SA retrieval team, not up and fighting for his pound of Megan meat.
      The pax frater was long and tedious, but it was designed to put zombies down for the count permanently and was the strongest spell I knew that didn’t involve setting things on fire-which might have been an option if I didn’t think flaming pillars of zombie flesh weaving through the trees would attract the wrong kind of attention.
      What the heck was up with these guys? I’d never heard of anything like them, not in four months of irritatingly constant lecturing. The Enforcers were so going to get an earful about withholding vital info.
      I dug my heels into the cold ground and did my best to pull free from Mr. Short-and-Perky. But before I could twist around and break the dude’s hold, a hot, slobbery zombie mouth was at my throat.
      Barely resisting the urge to scream-and no doubt bring the rest of the pom squad running-I slammed my closed fist into the guy’s face. He groaned and his teeth slid away without breaking the skin, but he still didn’t let go. And now Baldy was up and at ’em, crawling through the snow toward where I struggled in the frozen leaves.
      “Monica! A little help,” I cried out, my words turning into a grunt as I contracted my abs, jackknifing my soggy tennis shoes into the face of the guy behind me. Thank God for flexibility and dancer muscles. Shorty groaned and released his hold on my hair just seconds before Baldy crawled on top of me.
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