![]() This wasn’t the first such attack, but it was the first that had gotten this far. But I’d been a target for blood-servants and scions for months. Daylight patterned the wood floor off the foyer and reflected off broken glass shoved by the wind into the corner. Icy air whirled through the house with a scream. Gale-force winds rushed through the open door. The glass of its small window was busted all over the floor. The door was open, the knob stuck into the wallboard, the hinges bent. Beast-fast, I grabbed two nine-mils from the bed, off- safetied, and chambered rounds into both. My Beast rammed into me, the light going sharp and the colors bleaching into greens. ![]() ![]() I whirled as my front door blew in, icy wind gusting with hurricane force. The crash shook the house, sounding as though the front wall had exploded. ![]()
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