3
KELLSEY
Kellsey stepped into the crowded courtyard. She waved to a befriended werewolf on a motorcycle. He was followed by five other bikes. Right behind them, six amazons ran in their distinctive leather pants and high-necked corsets. At the head marched Areto the centaur slayer. Didn’t have the same nice ring to it as vampire slayer, but then again Areto wasn’t as cool as Buffy.
Like every year, there was a green smudge over Areto’s eyes to indicate that she was the captain of her team.
“Areto,” Kellsey said, and she put her hand in greeting on Areto’s right shoulder. The sss queen’s right hand had taught her their customs at Riz’s request. If she’d been a Chinese baby, Riz undoubtedly would have sent her to take Chinese lessons.
“Kells,” Areto greeted back. “Is today the day, sis
