>BAIT > >�You want me to what, Lady?!!� Shyne stared at the woman in disbelief. >�You know that�s really kinda sick.� >�It isn�t sick at all,� said the woman. �I know what I�m doing, trust me.� >She was tall, slender, good looking and the wrong side of thirty. Her hair >and clothes were immaculate and she was obviously loaded. >�Well I�m not that sort of girl,� Shyne said adamantly. �So find yourself >a real slut.� >�Look, my husband is a complete swine,� the lady said with an imploring >look. >�But if I try to divorce him, my father will disown me. I�ll be destitute, >street trash,like you.� >�Oh thanks,� Shyne glowered at her. >�I know my husband will bed anything that walks, I just need to catch him >when my father is in the house.� >�If your father keeps you both. The husband isn�t going to be stupid >enough to bring me back here.� >�He will think the house is empty,� the woman smiled nastily. �Trust me, >it will work like a dream.� >�So all I have to do is let him pick me up and come back here?� >�Yes. For this bag of gold,� the woman hefted the purse invitingly. > >Shyne needed money, for one thing she was saving, for another she had a >sneaky suspicion that a cerain vampire was trying to get her arrested for >murder. She�d asked someone with connections for help, but if they didn�t >come through for her, Shyne might have to run. >�I�ll do it,� she said. But she was sure she was going to regret it. > >This lady had it all figured out. Where her husband would be, what he�d >like, she�d even picked out what Shyne should wear. >When Shyne was dressed she studied herself in the woman�s tall mirror. She >looked truly beautiful, her long blond hair was unbound and fell down her >back like a shimmer of gold. The neck of the gown was cut low, the dress >was silky, red, it clung to her curves, the soft cloth rippling as she >walked. Shyne looked at her shapely body and laughed. She had hidden >assets. She thought about that good looking bounty hunter she�d had a >drink with the other night. How he�d insulted her and suggested he >preferred women with six arms. If he could see her now he�d eat his bloody >heart out. >And Shyne would let him. Then, when she thought he�d drooled about her >appearance enough, she�d tell him to go find someone with more limbs. >Shyne gave herself a satisfied smile, took one last look at herself in a >dress, and left in an unmarked carriage to tempt the woman�s husband. > >It was so easy, it was almost a bore. The husband couldn�t take his eyes >off her from the moment she walked in to the small dining club where he >spent his evenings. >Shyne sat alone, pretending she�d been about to meet someone who hadn�t >turned up. >The husband approached, bought her dinner, got a bit friendly, pawed her >some. >�You�re such a beautiful woman,� he kept whispering, brushing his lips >against her ear. �Another man�s foolishness in not turning up, is my good >fortune.� > >Shyne played up to him, she gave him lazy, inviting smiles. She looked at >him through her lashes, gazed into his eyes. And sure enough he took her >home. >That was where it all went wrong. They went to the bedroom, Shyne let the >gown fall to her feet and stood there in the sheer shift the woman had >given her to wear underneath. >Hurry up, she thought, or I�m going to have to whack him. >The husband kissed her. It wasn�t unpleasant, but it didn�t stir her. >Shyne had never been kissed before. It wasn�t a thrill. > >Then the bedroom door burst open. Light flooded the room. A woman >screamed. >Shyne saw the wife and the angry father. >The wife hung back, a spiteful smile playing on her lips. >�How could you do this to me, Victorion?� she murmured to the husband. >�And with father in the house, you know what a temper he has.� >Then Shyne saw the weapon in the older man�s hands, a light thin blade. >Her eyes flew to the woman. The bloody bitch. This was what she�d been >planning all along, she didn�t want a divorce, she wanted to be a widow. >And she�d used Shyne to do it. > >Shyne tried to leap for the husband, knock him out of the way, but the thin >blade hit home before she could help him. >The father was accurate. The blade sliced his heart. >�But you told me to find other women to amuse myself, Shelana,� he >murmured,just as the blade pierced his flesh. > >Shyne stared at the scene, stunned, disgusted that she�d been part of it. >And the law of the land would believe the father did it in self defence. >The wife probably had a story prepared. >Everyone started to move. The father gripped Shyne�s hair, she tried to >kick out,but he was tall and held her at arms length. She couldn�t reach >her dagger, which was strapped to her thigh. He dragged her down the stairs >to the large front door of the fine house and threw her out into the >street. He threw the gown after her. Shyne slipped it on. >�What about my money?� she screamed. >The woman�s laughter floated out on the night air. >Shyne wondered how she could have been so stupid as she hurried back to her >room at the inn. > >finis >JaxS > > >______________________________________________________ >Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com > _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] with "unsubscribe dragontales" in the body of the message.
