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“I don’t know, Dante, I’m still stuck on the sucking multiple dicks part, the idea has merit, do you think I can command it as the general?”

“We all know vampires get all the chicks…” Dimitri grinned, running his hands through his dark hair.

“Ah, but the French invented the only way to really kiss,” Etienne said with a smirk.

Pixie put her hands on her hips. “Well, we Latinas have you wrapped around our fingers already, so I don’t know who’s worse. Me and Ellie and our attraction to you all, or, you four and your attraction to us. I’m going to venture and say you four, at least, me and Ellie aren’t cheating on our fiancés.” We chuckled as the men scowled.

“We are not getting married!” Dimitri said dismissively. I rolled my eyes, ignoring him.

“We still have the problem of actually bringing in a vigilante,” Etienne said thoughtfully.

“Bringing in the baby-snatcher really is the best decision at this point. It can help us discover who sent him and it’s a Band-Aid while we are gone.” I shrugged.

“Is that even ethical, Ellie?” Luca said reproachfully.

“Do we even care at this point, we have to bring in someone. Might as well be a criminal,” Pixie tossed in.

Exactly my point, also sweetie, if you haven’t realized yet, you will. I'm not ethical or moral when it comes to protecting what is mine. This city? Mine. Let’s train.

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"A wreck on shore is a beacon at sea."-Proverb

“In other words, always be prepared for a shit show and immediate cleanup.” -Dante

Charlie

Dante let out a low whistle.“This is your workout room?” It looks more like a state of the art gym.” Last time, they just walked in looking all sullen and watched Pixie and I train with magick,now he is actually looking around.

I shrug. “We like to stay fit.” I took a look around the huge room and zeroed in on the boxing ring, sparring floor, workout machines, running machines with heart monitor attachments, spinning bike, rowing machine, multiple punching bags set in a circle to mimic multiple opponents, my weapons wall, and a full range of weights and lifting sets.

“Impressive, this is very well put together,” Dimitri said as he walked over to the punching bags. “I never would have thought of this. This is for multiple opponent simulation right?”

I simply nodded while wrapping up my hands, I would fight dirty anywhere but here there is no need for extra blood cleaning. That shit stained like a bitch.

While the boys walked about and started on their machines, Pixie and I headed over to the sparring zone. It’s part of our routine usually, to get out any extra energy and today, we certainly needed it with the men around, causing all this fucking emotional confusion.

“Sameplaylist?” I asked Pixie. She nodded with a smirk. Our fighting playlist makes us focused, gotta love it.

“Hey room play ‘Fuck This Motherfucking Bitch Up’ playlist,” I said loudly. The men all burst out in laughter as they stopped their machines and stepped closer to see us spar. Eminem’s angry lyrics came over the speakers as we circled each other. We go at it for about twenty minutes before calling it. We were so evenly matched it was ridiculous.

“That was impressive, but you guys know each other's patterns, maybe it would be best if you spar with one of us instead?” Luca said.

I chuckled softly and looked him dead in his green orgasm-inducing eyes. “Okay, I’ll take on two of you. Pixie can take on another two. When sparring, anything goes. Then we can move on to practicing controlling and fighting with your new magick. We can work on combining the two tomorrow.”

Dante stepped up next to me and wrapped his arms around me, nipping my ear. “Sure gorgeous, anything goes, in that case weapons good too?”

Pixie read my thought process, or saw my face and bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

Biting back a moan, I caved in. “We can do weapons too.”

I looked at Pixie. “There has to be a switch to turn this attraction off.” I threw up my hands, exasperated, as I walked to the weapons wall muttering under my breath, arming myself.

Dante chuckled, and the men armed up.

Etienne paused and looked at a spelled sword hesitantly. “What is this, it has interesting markings and magick?” Looking over, I noticed he was referring to the sword I typically used when patrolling and doing stabby things. It was also the sword that took magick from creatures and passed it on to me.

I sighed, staring at my sword lovingly. Well as lovingly as one would look at sword like on the same level as a new, cute, murderous puppy. “Ah, so that sword I had spelled by someone I know in Pajila, before I learned to spell myself. If I kill a creature with it, it gives me some of its strength and sometimes it gives me a feature I may not already have.”

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