Page 106 of Suck This

He finally caught on that there was no one standing in front of him any longer to talk to, and whirled around in time to see Constantine plunge some knife into a woman. A knife that he’d ripped straight out of the woman’s hands that was on a downward arc straight toward Jamal’s back.

“Son of a bitch!”

That was Bradford, who’d been saved from Con’s show of force.

He was staring at the fight in awe, almost as if he couldn’t believe how fast the two vampires were moving.

It didn’t take long for me to understand that Con wasn’t progressing in this fight against the woman. He wasn’t losing, but he wasn’t winning, either.

It was obvious he didn’t want to hurt her, and in the next five seconds, that showed when the woman pulled out another knife and plunged it straight into Con’s shoulder.

Con didn’t even yell, he just calmly continued to fight as if he didn’t have a blade the size of my forearm embedded into his flesh, and coming out the other side.

Then another form appeared from the darkness. This time the form turned into the same woman I’d seen yesterday, Con’s apparent ex-wife. And she was moving directly toward the scuffle.

I, of course, tried to interrupt her, but I moved too slow, and only met her in time to be thrown back by a vicious punch straight to the face.

A knife clattered to the ground—the one that’d been in Con’s shoulder—and I dove for it.

The fighting that was going on above my head was moving too fast for me to see. Everything, that is, but their feet.

Apparently they weren’t moving them at the same speed as the rest of their body, because the next thing I did was plunge the knife into the very first shoe that I knew wasn’t a man’s.

The woman that it belonged to screeched, but she couldn’t move without actually ripping her foot to get the knife out. Which she didn’t do.

It was enough for Con to take care of business, finally, and knock her out cold.

The other woman didn’t go down as easy, and I realized that it was Con’s ex-wife.

She was pissed. And by pissed, I meant really pissed.

She was biting, scratching, screaming, and altogether very unhappy.

And Con took it.

He blocked, dodged, and directed her movements, but he didn’t hit her back.

I got up to my feet, ignoring the way my face felt funny and the fact that I couldn’t see out of one eye, and reached for the long strands of hair that were flying everywhere.

The moment I had them in my hands, I yanked, pulled, and lifted my knee. The move was enough to direct her head down toward my knee.

The moment the two body parts made contact, I heard a crunch, then the body that was holding itself up wasn’t any longer.

She fell to the ground at my feet, and I looked up, trying not to cry at the way everything started to hurt all at once.

“Holy shit.”

That was Bradford.

I flipped him off.

“You’re under arrest…”

That’s when I started to imitate a harpy.

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