6 Chapter 6

“It might pay for you to remember that the bullets in the Lone Ranger’s gun are silver. Let him go, werewolf.” Wills was pointing the gun at the werewolf’s head.

“Uh…” The werewolf blinked owlishly, staring down the barrel of a Colt .45.

“What don’t you understand about let him go? Find someone else to kiss. Zorro is mine.”

I took the werewolf’s arms from around me and stepped away from him, wiping my mouth with my sleeve.

“Shorry. There’s no need to be shelfish. Jus’ wanted a li’l kish.”

“Someone get Jay out of here.” Charlemagne had approached without any of us realizing it. Well, maybe Wills had. He didn’t seem surprised.

“That’s Jay? Oh, my God, I’m gonna be sick.”

“Want me to shoot him, babe?”

“Please, not here. Since the new people took over, it was hard enough to persuade the management to let us hold the Halloween Ball here.” Charlemagne let his gaze drift over my lover. “So, you want to introduce us, Zorro?”