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This prey was tricky.
Gina Himmel waited, watching him from a distance and trying to find the perfect moment to attack. She wasn't on the usual search and destroy mission, so she'd had to change some of her tactics. She couldn't throw herself at this one, dropping down like some avenging angel. An everyday demon she could easily tackle and the damn thing would be dead in no time flat.
But not this prey. No, he required a different approach.
She was disappointed that she didn't need her sword with its beautiful rainbow of jewels decorating the hilt. A beloved gift from her goddess, Ix Chel. Lately, Gina left it at home. If the target needed to be killed, she could usually accomplish that just fine with her bare hands. Her Sentinelthe man who trained her to be an Amazonhad taught her well. Johann Herrmann was a master at martial arts. A quick twist of the neck would silently and swiftly kill most demons.
Oh, but she enjoyed it so much more when they gave her a good, sweaty fight.
If she was hunting a demigod, she'd use her crossbow and some goddess-blessed arrows. She couldn't employ that method this time, so the bow had remained behind with her sword. She felt naked without having at least one weapon.
Just this once, the prey had to survive.
Height gave her an edge. Not her six-foot stature, although that was often an advantage as well. The place she'd chosen to nest until the target came into view gave her a great vantage. At least it had been high enough to make the jump a challenge. She smiled. The next time she saw her Amazon sisters, she could tell them that she'd not only been able to hit the second floor fire escape without a running start, but she'd also landed so cleanly and quietly, the metal hadn't made a sound in protest.
Staring down at the alley, Gina waited for her prey to appear. She'd followed him for days, trying to determine whether he'd been compromised yet and learning his habits. The guy was like clockworka bit on the obsessive-compulsive side, although in this case that was a good thing. Richard had been rightthis prey was still himself. And Richard would know. He'd seen other people changed into someone they weren't.
Zach Hanson arrived at work the same time every day. Six in the morningeven on Saturday. At ten, he took a two-block walk to Starbucks. After an Espresso Con Panna, which he drank while playing with his phone, he went directly back to the HanTel home base. Not to his top floor office this time but to the gym the employees used. A forty-minute workoutsometimes weight lifting, sometimes tae kwon dowas followed by a shower, then he went right back at work. His secretary fetched his dinner before she left at five, and he stayed in his office until ten.
The first time she'd followed him, Gina had been hypnotized by his handsome face to the point of neglecting her dutyto see if a lookalike had assumed his identity. Not a classic romance novel hero's chiseled profile. His features held a softer allure. Light brown hair badly in need of a cut. Eyes of amber that some women probably thought were plain. His clothes seemed basic as well. Khaki pants. Polo shirts. The guy clearly didn't spend much on his wardrobe.