Chapter 107

Crescent moon blades, all eight of them tucked safely in places his reflexes reached first were at best unnoticeable, and at worst a small dose of humiliation because anyone looking would think he had a boner in public and shift their eyes away. One advantage of being among a sexually shy crowd was this, and if the gaze lingered, they were either interested in spending the night with him or killing him, straitjacketing him weaponless. Leaving him defenseless. So when the tall blonde, relatively taller, he backtracked and took a different turn where the end of kasbah met, and a row of garbage cans lined up. It was the back of an apartment building. The southern heat beat on his back and he was damp with sweat in few minutes. Two days here, and his skin was already catching a dusty mellow gold tan. The wolf perked its ear up, there was a TV playing in the house left to him, some Arabic cooking show, the one next to it, someone was fighting loudly. Perfect. A perfect place to wait and