Free Fashionably Hotter Than Hell: Book Six, The Hot Damned Series by Robyn Peterman Page A

wrong on the numbers. Venus cloaked herself and went out among them. She counted at least forty."
     
    "Is she still out there?" I asked as I mentally calculated our odds against forty Trolls.
     
    "Yes, she is, sir."
     
    "Get her back inside," I snapped. "There is something else out there that I can't identify."
     
    "I see nothing else out there except trolls," Ethan said.
     
    "I can't see anything either. I hear it. Put on a headset."
     
    Ethan and Astrid quickly put on earpieces.
     
    "What the fuck is that?" Astrid asked as tore the tape from her mouth.
     
    "Never heard it before," I admitted. It was eerie and unsettling—it sounding like screaming wind and it certainly didn't bode well.
     
    "God damn it," Ethan snapped. "They're not smart enough for this."
     
    "You recognize the noise?" I asked as I played with the volume and tried to adjust the sound in my ear.
     
    "They brought Wraiths," Ethan spat as he threw off his headset and began to pace the room.
     
    That stopped me dead. How did one kill a ghost?
     
    "Oh shit," Astrid yelled. "You mean to tell me there's another motherhumpincowballsackofshitasswhacking species I've never heard of? What the Hell is a Wraith?"
     
    "A bad poopy nasty ghost that be mad," Sammy volunteered and then popped his thumb in his mouth.
     
    "How do you know this?" Astrid asked him with an alarmed expression.
     
    "From me dreams," he explained as he rolled his eyes and giggled.
     
    "Wraiths have entered your dreams?" I asked as I snatched the child from his mother’s arms. "Sammy, you cannot let them into your dreams. Ever. They can take you. If anything or anyone tries to take you somewhere in your dreams, you scream and say no. Do you understand me?"
     
    My tone was harsh and his eyes grew huge, but this was some serious shit.
     
    "Wraiths can dream walk?" Ethan was puzzled. "Only sentient beings can dream walk. Wraiths have no corporeal body and only take on the feelings of those that have summoned them."
     
    "I've about had it with new species coming up every other Tuesday—especially those that are trying to take my son in his dreams," Astrid muttered as she took Sammy back and held onto him tight.
     
    "Daddy and Mommy are poopoo silly crazy. Ghosts no walk in my dreams," Samuel squealed. "Sammy go walking in all sorts of people's dreams."
     
    Well, that certainly shut everyone up.
     
    I stared. Samuel was a Dream Walker? They were as rare as they come and a clusterfuck waiting to happen. In my two hundred years, I had never come across a Dream Walker. Most tended to believe they didn't exist. Dream Walkers were few and far between, coveted and hunted. You could start world wars and topple governments by Dream Walking—not to mention you could get information that could destroy an entire species.
     
    "Have you walked in any of the Trolls’ dreams that are here today?" I asked carefully. If he had, we had to kill them all. Word of Samuel's power could not get out. Hell forbid if it already had.
     
    "Yep," he announced proudly. "Me walk in Tommy's dream. He a bad, bad Troll. He want me to come and play, but me say no and run."
     
    "I'm gonna hurl," Astrid choked out.
     
    "Vamps can't puke," Martha reminded her and patted her on the back. "Can't fart either, but those fucking Baby Demons have some anal acoustics that could make you wanna tear your nose off your face."
     
    The Baby Demons, Abe, Beyoncé, Rachel and Ross flipped through the air and slapped each other high fives while shrieking with glee.
     
    "Not to worry though… if you rip your honker off your head it grows back," Jane added as she swatted at a dive-bombing Ross. "I've ripped mine off twice hoping it would come back smaller. I'd swear on my dead ass Uncle Joe, the fucker came back bigger."
     
    "Martha and Jane," Astrid said in a calm voice that made my hair stand up and the Baby Demons freeze in midair.
     
    "Yes?" they answered in unison.
     
    "If you speak again, I will shove your heads up