“Out of my way, Dark-Hunter,” the Daimon holding her said, “or I’ll kill her.”

Appearing amused by the threat, Wulf shook his head like a parent scolding an angry child. “You know, you should have stayed in your bolt-hole one more day. Tonight’s Buffy night, and it’s a whole new episode, too.”

The Dark-Hunter paused to sigh irritably. “Have you any idea how angry it makes me that I have to come out here in the freezing cold to slay you when I could be at home all toasty warm and watching Sarah Michelle Gellar kick-ass in a halter top?”