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Rites of Spring: The Last Paladin 4
by Vaughan R. Demont

Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Facing the weakening of his liege, Lennox embarks on a quest to find Persephone, the goddess of spring, but quickly finds there is more at stake than simply ending the long winter that has gripped the City. When Lennox is ordered to call off his search, he must face a difficult choice. He can break his vows and save the damsel in distress, or remain a paladin and let a goddess die. The Rites of Spring is the sequel to the Last Paladin Chaser series.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/High Ball, 2010 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [151 KB]
Words: 34442
Reading time: 98-137 min.


1

I've seen movies with bar fight scenes, and in every single one, without fail, a guy gets thrown through a window and someone lands on a table that crumbles like cardboard.

It appears that I'm going to be two for two tonight.

The broken glass doesn't really hurt, it's more like a slap in the back. I feel an impact, but my head is already tucked to my chest out of reflex. By the time I register that I've hit something, I hear a shattering sound, not nearly as grand as I would hope, and then I'm hurtling backward, my vision jostled about as I collide with a table and a set of occupied chairs. I feel searing heat soak my face as pain flashes through my back, my legs, and my winter jacket takes some of the impact, but not nearly enough.

I look up at two startled people, a man and woman my age, the girl holding a large coffee that's trembling, the cup threatening to runneth over onto my face like her boyfriend's just did. I smile meekly and try to get to my feet. At least it wasn't acid or something. I doubt there's proper chivalrous protocol for this situation. I could bow and deeply apologize and offer to pay the damages and offer my services to make amends, but I should probably face the real problem that's a tad more pressing.

That problem would be the werewolf who nearly tore a late night jogger to shreds in Tolon Park. I've been chasing the thing for the last twenty minutes.

I could be studying for my midterms right now. Hell, I should be studying for my midterms right now. I've got my backpack and warm clothes and notes from lectures and my textbooks, even a thermos full of tea that my boyfriend brewed up especially for me. Everything that a paladin needs to get by.

Except, of course, for my holy sword, which is in its case back in my dorm room. The most I can hope for is to headbutt this guy into submission, which makes me thankful I've got big damn horns growing out of my forehead.

Of course, fighting him in a crowded coffee shop full of people, some of whom I go to class with, is not exactly the best way to handle this. If I continue the fight, everyone's going to point and say, "Hey, isn't that Lennox Kingsley, the guy who was screwing the Econ prof for a better grade?" The werewolf doesn't have this problem. He can maul twenty people, and in the morning people will think it was a crazy bum or a rabid wolfhound. Asshole.

Considering I just crashed through the shop window and am currently wearing someone's double mocha latte, they'll probably be talking anyway.

Everyone is looking at me as I get up. I'm wearing a heavy jacket and jeans and a black backpack, just like any one of them save the cuts and bruises. I have horns, which thankfully the crowd can't see, and he has fangs and claws and muscles and probably a nasty case of rabies. So I raise my fists. Because what the Hell else am I going to do?


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