Chapter 78

I leaped over the couch and lunged for him, clawing him cleanly in the chest and snapping my fangs inches from his throat. He blocked me with a forearm and held my head away from him with his hand. I screamed as my fangs met nothing but air, and it was really pissing me off.

Tony sent me flying backwards over the couch. He looked down at the claw marks on his chest. "I liked this shirt," his voice sounded incredulous.

I picked up and threw the couch against a puke green loveseat. "I hate it!" I leaped at him again, but this time he caught both of my wrists and held me fast.

"Kim!" he shouted.

The crucifix slipped out during the struggle, and Tony grimaced with a growl and turned away. I kneed him in the balls, and though he doubled over, he still held on to my wrists.

Gigi, the wench, sneaked over and ripped the crucifix from my neck.

Stupid, stupid move.

I twisted out of Tony's grip and leaped for Gigi's throat.

Tony snatched and held the back of my neck, squeezing tender ski