Hexed

shouted » Gewebetod! « at me, and my amulet promptly punched me back into the bathroom. My towel came loose and I decided to take advantage of it, as the blond one encouraged the other one to get up and fight. I noticed that she didn’t pursue me; she just yelled at her companion to stop fooling around.
    Pulling the towel taut between my hands, I twirled it locker-room fashion until it was coiled tightly lengthwise.
    » Nice bum, « the widow said softly as I approached the doorway, and I almost laughed. But the blond witch had the drop on me outside that door, and I had to nullify her advantage; laughing would unwisely give her a proximity warning.
    The brunette wasn’t even looking at the door; she had designs on hauling herself back into the living room, and I saw her reach up to the other witch, out of my view, for a helping hand. The direction of her eyes told me precisely where her partner was. Bingo.
    I lunged forward, shot my right arm out, and whipped the towel up to head height. I heard it snap satisfyingly against something, and a sharp cry of pain followed from the blond witch immediately afterward. Douglas Adams was right: There is nothing so massively useful in the universe as a towel.
    Dropping the towel and somersaulting into the hallway, I came up to see both witches retreating into the living room to regroup. The blonde had a hand raised to her right eye, and the brunette looked shell-shocked by the amount of blood streaming down her face.
    »Vielleicht sollten wir ihn später erledigen, « the brunette said. Perhaps we should finish him later .
    » Nein! « the blonde objected, moving into the kitchen. »Er ist allein und unbewaffnet. Wir machen es jetzt. « He is alone and unarmed. We do this now .
    Of course I was alone. Did she think I had a posse or something? But it was also true that I was unarmed, and she was heading for the butcher knives. I shouldn’t have dropped my towel. I was considering going back for it, when our collective attention was drawn to the squealing of tires outside the house. A blue BMW Z4 convertible switched off and Hal leapt out, his nostrils already flaring with the scent of blood in the air.
    »Er ist ein Wolf! Das ändert die Sache, « the brunette said. He is a wolf! That changes things .
    Damn right it does, witch.

Chapter 19
    Dropping a werewolf into a witch fight is like dropping a tank into a snake pit. The snakes might have fangs, but the tank isn’t going to feel their bites. Likewise, the witches could cast spell after spell at Hal and he’d just say, » Stop, that tickles « —right before he tore out their throats. The hexen understood that their odds of survival had dipped severely with Hal’s arrival, and they wasted no time in beating a strategic retreat. I had to duck and dodge a couple of hastily thrown knives, so I couldn’t slow them down as they scrambled for the exit. Hal tensed and flashed his canines as the witches bolted through the window and across the lawn to the street, but he made no move to pursue them; he simply kept his eyes on their retreating forms.
    I started to give chase, but I remembered my profound lack of clothes just before I leapt through the window. A naked man pursuing two curvaceous women down the street would probably be misinterpreted by the general public.
    » Bloody curses, « I ground out softly. Then my voice rose in anger. » Curses in seventy dead languages, Hal! Why didn’t you stop them? «
    He scowled but replied calmly, his eyes still tracking the witches. » Alpha’s orders, Atticus. You know I can’t get involved in your fights. «
    He walked slowly toward the porch while keeping his eyes on the witches until they hopped into a Camaro and screeched away onto University Drive. Then he turned to look through the broken window and pulled up short.
    » Great gods of seething darkness, « he said, putting his hands on his hips, » why the hell are you naked in the widow’s house? «
    » What? Oh, shit. «
    » And you’ve got a new set of scratches and scrapes all over you. So help me, if you tell me it’s from the rough sex again, I’ll deck you right now. «
    » Wait, Hal, let me explain— «
    » I’ve been calling and calling you on your cell, and now I guess I know why you didn’t answer. «
    » No, that’s not it, you don’t understand— «
    The widow chose that moment to emerge from the hallway—the hall that led to her bedroom—and loudly observe with a slightly flushed and smiling