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shitshow that was impending.
     
    “Junior, it’s Hank. Dima’s back from Chicago. They tried to kill her. I’m putting you on speaker. Guessing we have some Dragons on the way to Hung.”
     
    “Well, sumbitch,” Junior shouted. “I’ll get re-enforcements and pull out the vat of solution. Any chance we could get the Cows down here?”
     
    “No time,” I said tersely. “I figure we have about an hour. I blew up the warehouse and they’ll have to deal with that first. All of you will just be back up. Do you understand me?”
     
    “Well, I can hear you, but I’m definitely not on the same page,” Hank replied, snapping his fangs and clenching his fists. “We fight with you and that’s an order. Period.”
     
    “Hank,” I said evenly as I stood and tested my balance. “That’s not the way it’s going to go down. I want Daniel gone and then I’ll meet the bastards on the beach. I plan to shift and fly like Satan himself is on my heels. I’ll lead them away from Hung. You people are the best thing that’s happened to me in hundreds of years. There is no way in hell I plan to watch you burn.”
     
    Hank’s growl was low, but his displeasure was obvious.
     
    “Should we fly Daniel to the Cows?” Granny asked as she ran back into the room with a sleepy and confused Daniel in her arms. As Vampyres, both Granny and Dwayne could fly.
     
    My heart was in my throat as I stared at the beautiful child I’d created with a man I barely knew. Daniel was the reason I would fight to the death.
     
    “No. I want you to drive. We can’t take a chance that you’d come across the Dragons in the air,” I said as I took my son in my arms and held him tight.
     
    “What’s wong, Mommy?” he asked, touching my face and snuggling close.
     
    “Daniel, there are some bad Dragons that want to hurt us,” I told him. Sadly my four year old needed the ugly truth. “Dwayne and Granny are going to take you far away from here and Mommy is going to make the bad guys leave us alone.”
     
    “Are you going to die, Mommy?” Daniel asked with a serious expression that didn’t belong on the face of a child.
     
    “I don’t know,” I said haltingly. “I promise with all I am that I’ll do everything I can to come back to you, but you must always remember how much I love you. You mean more to me than anything in the world.”
     
    “Me can fight with you, Mommy. I will save you,” he said as fat tears rolled down his chubby pink cheeks.
     
    Words failed me as I held clung to my baby and memorized every part of him.
     
    “Your Mommy is going to kick some major bastard Dragon ass and then we’re going to party at my chateau in Paris,” Dwayne said, gently taking Daniel from my shaking arms. “Give her a kiss for luck and we’re going take you to meet some very wonderful—albeit somewhat odiferous Cows.”
     
    Daniel gave me a wet kiss and touched my face one more time. “You will win, Mommy. I know you will.”
     
    “Take him,” I instructed. “Drive fast but stay safe. Junior, I want you to track them through the chip. Can you do that?”
     
    “Yes ma’am,” he said through the phone. “I’ll know where they are every goddang minute. Hank, there are about six non-traceable burner phones in the junk drawer. Make sure Dwayne and Granny take a few and give the rest to Dima.”
     
    “On it.” Hank sprinted to the kitchen.
     
    “How many Dragons will come?” Essie asked as she filled squirt guns with the Dragon-shift prohibiting solution.
     
    “There were about two hundred there, but I would guess they would send no more than three. It would be too difficult to hide that kind of attack and I’m not sure how valuable I am to them,” I replied as I put several of the filled plastic guns into a bag for Granny and Dwayne.
     
    I knew Dwayne could mind meld and blow up the Dragons, but I wanted them to have every conceivable weapon against my people.
     
    “Not to mention a full on attack would