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“The only one being wiped from existence is Malik.”Kaylee stood.“If you’re a smart girl, you’ll leave now before I beat the living shit out of you.”

“I am Coletti, daughter of Zarek. You could never defeat me,”Lilkee said proudly.

Kaylee punched her hard in the mouth, knocking her down.“Wanna bet?”

Suddenly, two dozen Genghis Khan wannabes appeared around us.

“Oh, hell.” I grabbed a butter knife off the table.

“Kill them,”the whack job commanded.

Chapter Seven

So, there we were in another face-off with Lilkee’s Legionnaires. The fun never ended.

The warriors rhythmically pounded their feet against the tile. “Waewae tama-nur-ra. Waewae tama-nur-ra. Waewae tama-nur-ra.”

I held up a hand. “Wait for it.”

“Waewae tama-nur-ra,” the Genghis Khan wannabes shouted and broke into their acrobatic sword dance.

“Gotta say, they’ve got rhythm,” Sam announced.

Kaylee nodded. “But can they fight?”

“The answer is no,” Detja and I responded in unison.

Lilkee watched them with a smug smile.“My death bringers cannot be defeated. Prepare to die.”

“Sweetie, your death bringers couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag,”Aunt Tess said.

Hatred flared to life in Lilkee’s eyes. “Waewae!”

As one, all twenty-four Legionnaires charged us, chanting, “Waewae tama-nur-ra. Waewae tama-nur-ra. Waewae tama-nur-ra.”

“Way to go, Aunt Tess,” Sam bawled, somersaulting over a flowerpot to keep from being skewered.

Kaylee teleported before the Genghis Khan clones could turn her into a pincushion. Dodging sword thrusts, she popped all over the terrace like a crazed jack-in-the-box.

I hurled the butter knife at one of Lilkee’s goons. It boinked him in the nose.

“Waewae tama-nur-ra,” he yelled and lunged at me.

Picking up a bowl of salsa, I threw it in his face and sent out a mental SOS.“Tihar! We need some help. Now!”

Rubbing his eyes frantically, the wannabe staggered to the edge of the terrace.

“Some water will fix you right up.”I shoved him over the railing. He hit the lake below with a loud splash.

“God. It’s hot out here,” Aunt Tess griped, sweat rolling down her face.

Menopause wasn’t a curse, it was an equalizer. “Bring on the horde,” I called to her, ducking a whizzing blade.

“Sarah!” Detja tossed me a sword.

I snatched it out of midair and deflected a sweeping blow.

“Oorah!” Sam jumped on the back of a Genghis Khan wannabe and started punching him in the face. He spun in a circle, trying to dislodge her.

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