Shay
“D
irge, no!” I watched in horror as Dirge flew through the air, deadly sharp canines flashing under the fluorescent lights as he arrowed toward Gael’s shoulder.
Thank the Goddess, Gael dodged back and raised an arm to block. Not enough for Dirge to miss, but enough for the deadly bite to sink into his biceps instead of his jugular.
“s**t! s**t, s**t, s**t! Fluffy, down! He’s a d**k, but you can’t kill him!” Leigh ran forward—faster than me, in my wounded state—and, to my utter shock, wrapped her arms around Dirge’s neck and pulled.
Dirge released Gael with a throaty snarl, blood and saliva dripping down his chin as he stared up at Gael.
Gael’s face was painted with shock as he looked down at the gaping wounds in his arm. His black T-shirt was shredded, not having stood a chance
