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I listened to her describe the cabins, and then her eyes unfocused and she fell asleep. I tried to wake her up, but it was what the other witch had described- she didn't have the energy now. "Got all that?"
"I do," Sven said. "Take care of her. Alpha Stan just arrived, and I'll be back in a few minutes." He went up the ladder to the bedroom and out the open hatch.
I pulled the sheet and blanket down, setting Jessie in the bed. Removing her socks, sweater and jeans, I tucked her in and kissed her head. "I'm so proud of you, my love," I said. "We'll find her."
Well good god damn. Yuri is fucked nine ways from Sunday. He is going broke, the FSB is after him, and the Were Council wants him, give it time the Italians are going to want him because no one can keep up with that kind of payment when you are going broke. That said for some reason I think he still has one Ace up his sleeve. My question is what is that Ace. But the fucker needs to die.
One, some people are too dangerous to play with. You don't torment them before you kill them, you just kill them. Two, the little toy she was saving for her firstborn - Aww! - so darn sweet. It's little touches like that that make you a great writer.
It's time for some more goddamn russian dogs to die well deserved deaths.