Page 44 of The Wedding Hunt Brittany

The driver grinned and nodded. “Any idea how many other fun women Miss Vallu knows?”

Litha chuckled. “We are only passing associates. I have never worked in the same dispatch area as she has. She was retired before I began.”

Brit smiled. “What Litha is saying is that she doesn’t know her. She was given the contact information by Zera.”

“Ah. Good answer. I have never seen someone do that before.”

Litha smiled. “The day is young. You are probably going to see it again.”

He chuckled. “I look forward to it.”

“You won’t have to wait long.”

Brit squeezed her hand and smiled. “Take care of yourself.”

“I will take care of you first.” Litha nodded.

The wind was visible in the rear view mirror as it swirled the assassins into ash pillars. Brit nodded. “Yeah, I think you will.”

* * * *

Three more shops yielded a total of twelve dead for the day. Brit was happy, and her belly was full of the lunch that Litha had treated her to.

She was tired after all the running around and was glad to return to Denier’s home.

She suddenly realized. “I don’t have a key.”

“Don’t worry. I didn’t lock it. The plasma ball at the door deterred any incursion, and there are no life signs or heat signatures in the building.”

Brit exhaled. “Oh, right.”

They got out of the car, and Litha opened the house for the assisting member of the Daycross household. Brit was watching and laughing when Litha’s expression changed, and Brit was hit hard around the ribs.

Brit heard Litha start cursing, but it faded away. She heard a masculine voice mutter in her ear, “Gotcha.”

He was running toward the dock, and she didn’t know if he could run to the capitol but felt he would try.

There was a roaring behind them, and he muttered, “What’s that?”

“My bodyguard.” She opened the pouch, pressed the tab, and she was covered by the heat-retardant film. It made her slippery, and he juggled her before his eyes grew wide and his mouth opened in a scream. Brit started falling, and Litha scooped Brit up before she hit the ground and flew her back to the house. Litha set her down in front of the entryway, and she went from a white-hot blur to a slight woman with a grim expression. “Fucking speedsters.”

Brit held her ribs. “I think he cracked a rib or two.”

Litha sighed. “I will get a healer. Give me a few minutes.”

She made sure that the driver and assistant would stay and guard the front door, and Brit went inside as she roared off again.

Brit kept herself standing and went to make a cup of tea. Litha would sort it. She seemed the type to get things done.

The hour passed quickly, and Litha landed and sprinted inside. “Sorry. Khytten was chatty today.”

Brit grinned and then gasped. “You got some vials?”

“I have some vials. Because you are family, she made them double strength. Take one, and I will put the other in the freezer.”

“What is that container made from?”

“Oh, tantalum carbonite. I didn’t want anything I carried getting hot.”

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