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"Not you. Me. You can take the other car - "
"Like hell I will!"
He sighed. "Riley, please. I don't want to force you to do what is sensible."
"What is sensible is for you to explain what the hell is going on!"
He hesitated, then said, "Those things in the car were not human."
"Well, I gathered that. Humans don't up and disappear into thin air."
"They weren't nonhuman, either."
"Then what the hell were they?" I mean, what else was there when it came to humanoid entities?
"Demon."
I blinked, not sure I heard him right. "What?"
"Demons. Creatures from the vaults of hell itself." He paused. "These particular demons were low-class demons - good for following and harassing, but not much good for killing anything more than humans. I'm actually surprised they were sent after me at all."
I stared at him, wondering if whoever it was in the alley had hit him over the head and loosened a brain cell or two. "Demons don't exist."
"As angels don't exist?" He snorted softly. "You have lived a sheltered life, indeed."
I stepped forward and touched his arm. "I think you'd better sit - "
He shook my touch off irritably. "I'm not crazy. Demons are creatures of mist and malevolence, and if two are lose in this city, we need to know who summoned them, and why."
"So let's get our asses into the car and start investigating."
"I will. You will be going home."
"I believe we have been through this already. The answer is still no."
He stared at me for several seconds, and a chill ran over my skin. There was suddenly something very old, very deadly, and decidedly unhuman - in a way that went far beyond being a vampire - in his eyes. Something I'd never seen before.
"Don't make me force you, Riley."
I opened my mouth to refute the statement then closed it again. What was the use of saying no way, when it was more than probable he could force me? We'd shared blood once, and if there was one thing I was certain about, it was the fact that it would have had more consequences than he'd actually mentioned. And I really didn't want to know if it was possible for him to make me obey him completely or not.
Because once I knew for sure, that would be the end of us. I couldn't be with a man who could - would - use psychic force against me in a relationship.
"Fine." I waved a hand irritably at the car. "Piss off and don't bother coming back for a while."
"Riley, please, just trust me that I have no choice in this." He reached for me again, and again I stepped away.
"Don't," I said. "Because right now, I'm angry with you and I may say something we both regret. Just go."
He did.
Without a backward glance.
I, however, swore like an old sea dog as I watched the limousine's taillights disappear into the night. Part of me hadn't actually believed he'd go.
One of these days, that stupid, romantic part of me was going to learn not to get her hopes up. Either that, or I was going to have to stop saying things if I didn't actually mean them.
I stomped a foot, then spun around and glared at the alley. I still couldn't see or feel anything in that shadowed, misty darkness - and yet, something was there. Something that teased the outer reaches of my senses, like an itch I couldn't quite scratch. I needed to investigate. Whatever it was Quinn had seen and spoken to was still in there. And while he might have believed whatever it was wouldn't speak to me, could I actually trust he'd been truthful in that?
