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Alex went on "All sorts of legends mention the lillilend, perhaps even the Adam and Eve story of the snake in the Garden of Eden, and even the apocryphal Lillith story Siy are the Fu xi, the Lamia, the Nuwa, the Ketu--which is an Asura, but none of thes"

I had no idea what kind of creatures he was talking about but I nodded I’d discovered that agreeingto explanations that I didn’t care a whit about Listening to descriptions of things that weren’t what I was looking for seemed like a waste of ti and s of all the mythical creatures, but--"

"But since they’re mythical, no one really knohat they look like," I said

"Right Here" He spun two of his three tablets and I pulled theraphics, the friezes of snakelike creatures carved in stone fro-busted beauties

"Nope None of these match what I saw In fact, if I had to describe it and didn’t ht or a spirit dragon" I pushed the tablets back "So, on to other things" I filled the, and finished with a question "Where do we stand on the spike of the crosses? The Europeans want it Leo wants it And no, they’re not getting it We need to find it first and toss it in the Mariana Trench or a volcano soht think they’re being dissed" Alex was grinning, teasing

Too bad I couldn’t appreciate that "Whatever It needs to be destroyed" Every ical imple about absolute poas totally true when it came to vamps And witches And humans And probably skinwalkers, come to think of it

"And what did you do with the other weapons of power?" Eli asked softly

I turned to the fors stretched out, his fingers laced across his stomach He looked deceptively relaxed, but I knew better He could strike across the room almost as fast as a cobra, and he was always armed Always "Uncle Sam can’t have them," I said flatly, ht to the for weeks, and ere stuck "I’ one would save Angie Baby’s life?"

Angie Baby, Molly’s daughter,ic "Uncle Sam can’t have them," I repeated "Not now, not ever We need to destroy them"

"Stop it," Alex said, his voice low

Eli and I looked at hi at his screens, his head down and his eyes hidden behind slitted lids His lips curled up on one side, a sestures that it shocked rin "I don’t like it when Moht"

I threw a line drive at his head It would have been deadly had I used soood imitation of a bobblehead doll before he scooped the pillow off the floor and threw it back atat our antics--actually showed a hint of his pearly whites "Bro," he said to his brother "You throw like a girl And, Jane, so do you"