But you all need to see what a councilman can do.' 'Don't be sexist,' Yonnie said with a half smile. I had Neteru antitoxin running through my veins, which is the only reason I'm still standing. ' Damali turned her head to the side with a smile.

'A Neteru?'Lissa asked,leaning forward as she slowly lowered her Glock. I used to be like him once not too long ago.' Shoulders relaxed and gazes widened as expressions begged for clarity. He's on our side, but fresh out of the darkside. 'He's our bird dog to the other side, right through here,' Carlos said, his gaze raking the group. You were saying?' Alicia's gaze was set hard in her pretty face as she screwed the long barrel on and began loading in shells. As though she were simply putting together a thousand-piece puzzle, she kept one eye on Yonnie while she began taking sections of a weapon out of her boots until it became clear that she was assembling a custom-made rifle at the table. Navajo had calmly stood and drew what looked like a long pipe out of his baggy pants and tossed it to Alicia, who caught it with one hand. 'If one of 'em comes by day, you're gonna need 'em.' 'It'speace,' Carlos said, monitoring the bristling new tension in the group. 'Glad you ladies got the reflexes,' Yonnie said coolly. Yonnie simply nodded and leaned forward at the table on his elbows.'Daywalker.Ex-aficionado.' Barbara and Candace were on their feet and drew so fast that all Yonnie could do was smile. 'Want me to school 'em on what I used to be?' 'I ain't gotta tell you twice,' Carlos said, leaning back in his chair to yield the floor to Yonnie. 'Sho' you right, bro,' Yonnie said, chewing on a toothpick.

This morning and this afternoon, we got lucky.' Carlos shot Yonnie a meaningful glance. 'So, family,' Carlos said, hating to destroy the cool vibe, 'me and my boy, Yonnie, need to drape some truth on y'all tonight. Damali and Carlos shared a glance that wasn't lost on the group. But as the sun began to set, the group's composure changed. At points the laughter became so infectious that Guardians were waving one another's comments away while wiping their eyes. CHAPTER ELEVEN Stories got told, more food got passed, and war strategies were discussed between much-needed camaraderie.

The Shadows by L.A. Banks