Book 2, Chapter 062

“Wow,” Sakura said. “You’re faster than I thought. No wonder they called you a demon.” She scrambled up to her feet then unfastened her claws and tossed them aside with a wince. By morning her arm would be bruised spectacularly where they had been strapped in place.

JD just shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a badass.” Then he relaxed and grinned. “Look, you were holding back with E. I see that.” JD tapped his goggles meaningfully. “But you don’t stand a chance against me, and the sooner you figure that out, the sooner I can run down to the corner store for some non-solidified milk and replacement cookies.” He set his stance wide, leaving himself open again. “So come on: gimme all you’ve got, or go home.”

Sakura stared at him, and her lips twitched. “You already know I can’t go home,” she said. “But as long as ‘all seriousness’ is all in good fun, I’m game for a real go.”

JD laughed. “Hell, Sakura. You’re alright. Let’s do th…”

But Sakura was already leaping forward. Her sword flashed free of its sheath and she slashed it down viciously.

JD stepped sideways. He caught Sakura by the wrist and pushed the blow aside – then caught her by the waist and continued to twist, heaving her over his shoulder and into the air. Sakura’s startled exclamation was cut short when she crashed into Ean’s bookshelf and collapsed to the floor. Books and knickknacks rained down around her.

“…is,” JD finished. He straightened. “Huh. That was quick.”

Then he dusted off his hands and turned to face Ean, who was still face down on the floor.

“Dude,” JD said. “Did you see that? I told you I was due for an ass kicking spree.”

Et Alia, Book 2: Black Magic, Secret Agents, Shakespearean Tragedies and Interoffice Dating

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