Bitten in Two (Jaz Parks, Book 7)
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Jaz Parks here. I. Am. Pissed. Just as Vayl and I arrive in Morocco to secure an ancient artifact, he wakes up calling me by another woman's name. And it's not even a good one. But since any form of argument transforms him into an unholy terror, I'm forced to play along until the gang and I can figure out what kind of power has so vastly altered his perceptions.
So it's time for me to do what any well-trained assassin in my position might do. I attack. What follows is a hair-raising, breath-taking bullet train ride to the finish as the crew battles on multiple fronts. I now know what I have to do - I must return to hell one last time.
the Djemaa el Fna, twenty minutes before. And since the fountain in our riad’s courtyard could probably shoot a few sprinkles onto the square’s crowds of merchants, performers, and shoppers on a windy day, I’d figured we were within the limits of Bergman’s communications gizmo, which Cole had named the Party Line. Nice to be right about that, at least. Now, instead of using his own transmitter, Cole leaned forward and spoke into the glamorous brown mole I’d stuck just to the left of my upper
all I have to do is look at what I want to hit and I can count on a bull’s-eye.” “You did read my report on the Patras mission? The last thing we need is for you to shoot somebody full of miniature robots and have their head explode, like, two weeks later!” Bergman shoved his hands into his hips so hard that if he’d been an eighty-year-old man he’d have dislocated them. “You are completely exaggerating!” “Not by much!” Cole jumped between us, massaging our shoulders like a boxing coach as
his soul had warned me he was waking. Which meant it was time to prepare the troops. I looked at Bergman, sitting with his hands in his lap. Across a glass-topped table framed in exotically carved wood and covered with flickering candles sat Kyphas. I kept my eyes on her couch because, honestly? I could still barely look at her without reaching for the gun strapped to my shoulder. So what if she’d promised Cole to stop trying to corrupt souls for the Great Taker. My reaction? Sure, and my
shirt with purple pin stripes and tailored slacks that kissed the tops of his shiny black boots. Cole handed him his duster and he shrugged it on as if he was chilly. In fact, he’d informed “Berggia” that he felt naked without it. Bergman leaned next to my ear, since nothing had happened to injure Vayl’s hearing, and whispered, “How does he pull that off? It’s hot enough for shirtsleeves but I guarantee you nobody will harass him about his outfit. I’d probably get the crap kicked out of me if I
voice high as a child’s as they paused by Ahmed’s desk. “We’re dead, Cleahd,” said the man. “You don’t get more fucked up than this.” It was supposed to be a joke, but neither of them laughed. They just stared at each other with eyes the color of burning logs that kept getting brighter, and hotter, until I began to be amazed one of them didn’t burst out screaming. Finally Cleahd shoved the knuckles of her first two fingers against her lips and said, “Wrull, one of us is still alive. Don’t you