What was my problem was stopping her from blowing up anyone else. And I was pretty sure it was already too late.

Where was Loki? Maybe he’d have some ideas, other than letting the mortals fight her. Which didn’t seem all that smart.

Well organized women. Amazons…no, that probably insulted the real Amazons. Which probably existed or did exist or had existed. Somewhere.

Buffies after the old TV show? Nah.

I’d come up with something, but meanwhile, I had to look over my shoulder all the time. I was pretty sure the next one I saw would have a bomb and the will to use it. They certainly didn’t care about killing anything other than humans.

And they thought they had the perfect weapon for it. I had this feeling they didn’t know the danger.

Then I did come up with a plan. We’d used it before, after all. And Seb might be able to pull it off. I called him. “Hey, Seb.”

“Hey.”

“Still having hunter problems. Can we meet up? Somewhere not too public.”

Normally I’d prefer something very public, but people who didn’t care about friendly fire wouldn’t worry about witnesses either. They’d already demonstrated that.

They trusted that the mortals wouldn’t notice what was going on far more than I did or Thruor did.

Well, maybe they wouldn’t. How many stories were there of…

…spontaneous human combustion. That bomb had burned me. Maybe this explained at least some of them.

Or vampires turning into dust.

Maybe Buffies was the most appropriate name for them after all. They were turning vampires into dust.

“Cafe in College Park?”

I nodded. That was perfect. Getting there was a pain and involved two buses, and made me want a bike even more. Maybe I should buy a mundane one.

Maybe. I preferred the ones with minds of their own. But I couldn’t exactly buy a horse. Not to ride in the city.

Seb was already settled into the front lounge window seat when I arrived. “Okay, so…”

“I have an idea.”

“What?”

“Would you be interested in pretending a falling out with me and trying to get in with this new hunter group?”

“I thought of it. They only take women.”

“So, that’s not just an accident. What, they fancy themselves as Amazons?”

“Oh yes. So? Clara’s going to do it.”

I laughed. “You’re ahead of me, but Clara’s turning into an infiltration specialist.”
“That’s the other reason she’s doing it.”

“Just don’t let her forget that last time I had to rescue her from lust imps.”
Seb…laughed. A lot.