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Downtown Atlanta . . .

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"He's never going to let me back in the house," Shamira muttered as she paced the alleyway. "I can't believe I decked him.

Tabitha was chuckling. Technically, she should have been dead ten minutes earlier, but Shamira had stopped to rant about knocking out a werespider and the look of disapproval she had gotten from Shane. Tabitha had never met her would-be assassin before in a one-on-one capacity, but found her to be refreshingly human. After getting pulled into the alley, Tabitha was still waiting to get a bullet through the heart.

"I think he'll forgive you," Tabitha replied. "We may...