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Zane’s body was pressed close to hers, and he seemed heavier.
“Zane?”
His lips were next to her ear. No helmet, not for either of them. If they crashed, even his demon blood wouldn’t save him.
Nothing would save her.
Her fingers tightened around the handlebars. “Zane?” Shouted louder.
“H-hurt…you…”
She tensed, but kept her eyes on the road. Can’t go back to my place. Ten-to-one odds said they already knew where she lived.
Can’t go to a hotel. Not like she could check in with the demon handcuffed to her. Explaining that to the desk clerk would be?—
“If…h-hurt you…”
Oh, that just didn’t sound good. What the hell was happening to the demon back there? That left hand of his was holding way too tight to her waist.
“B-burn me…”
Hell.
They needed a safe place to crash and they needed it now.
* * *
The instant Baton Rouge Police Captain Antonio “Tony” Young saw the flaming remains of the red Corvette, his gut clenched, and he knew hell had come calling.
Antonio jumped out of his car and rushed forward, grabbing one of the uniforms already on the scene. “Where’s the driver?” Because he knew that car.
The young cop spun to look at him and gulped when he saw Antonio’s face. “D-don’t know, s-sir.”
Those flames were burning so high. Antonio couldn’t see the front seat of the car. The ’Vette was smashed to hell and back, and all that fire…
“We found them this way. Abandoned rig and the sports car?—”
A rig that had smashed right into the driver’s side door.
It takes a lot to kill a demon.
He released the cop and yanked out his phone. He punched in Zane’s number. Waited, waited.
Caller not available. The automated message clicked on, and he nearly shattered his phone.
Dammit. Antonio paced away, feeling the heat from the fire singe his skin. If Zane wasn’t answering, there was only one person he could contact.
He called Pak. Nothing happened at Night Watch without that charmer’s approval. Nothing. So it was past three a.m., Pak was probably at home, sleeping, but?—
“What do you want, captain?” Pak’s smooth voice asked with no hint of sleep slurring the words.
Antonio cast a fast glance back at the wreckage, hunched his shoulders, and paced around the fire truck. “What kind of case is Zane Wynter working on?”
Silence.
Come on! “Pak, don’t screw with me right now. I’ve got a crew of humans out here on Montgomery Lane, and I need to know what we’re stepping into.” Because he knew the real deal about the world. He knew that all the nightmares people had—those nightmares were nothing when compared to reality.
Once upon a time, he’d thought the worst things on the streets were the human killers who sliced and diced their prey. Then he’d met the vampires. They drained their prey, tortured them, made them beg for death, and then wouldn’t let them die.
