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Yes, he’d have strength. He’d have power. He’d have his visions.
But he’d also have the dark fury of a demonic temper fighting for release.
The constant battle exhausted him. And in his darker moments he even understood why some demons lost control. Why so many vampires let their darkness take over. So much easier to just stop fighting. To give in to that base, inherent nature.
No.
He’d lived that way once, and he wasn’t going back.
He wasn’t a thing. Wasn’t evil.
He wasn’t Dragos.
And if he had to battle his own nature until the end of time to prove it, then that’s what he’d do.
His body jerked forward, then slammed back, and Doyle realized his eyes were closed. He opened them, but nothing he saw made sense “What the fu—”
“I told you, man. You’re bad off. You haven’t fed in over a week. You went too deep with Dragos on too little mojo.”
“Had to. Had to look for…” He trailed off, unable to even remember what he was looking for. “Where are we?”
“Skid Row. Roll down your window.”
“You … said Orlando’s.” He almost smiled. At least he remembered that.
“Fuck that. There’s no time.”
Doyle fumbled for the handle, then heard Tucker’s soft curse.
“Never mind. This will take a decade if I wait for you.” He scooted over on the bench seat, leaned across Doyle, and cranked the window down. One sharp wolf whistle and he’d caught the attention of a rail-thin streetwalker who looked to be putting all of her profits into crank.
She pasted on a smile, adjusted her tiny skirt, then tottered toward them from her station under a streetlamp.
“Your lucky night, boys,” she cooed. “I’m running a two-for-one special.”
“Save it,” Tucker said. “I’m just here to watch.”
Her brows rose slightly. “That’ll cost you extra.” When Tucker didn’t protest, she turned her attention to Doyle. “What’s he want?”
What Doyle wanted was to get the hell out of there. But that thought was barely formed in his mind; he sure as hell couldn’t put it in words.
“Do you kiss?”
“What? On the mouth? Shit, no.”
“What’s your name?”
“Sally.”
“Well, Sally,” Tucker said. “That’s what he wants. And he’ll pay extra.”
“How much?”
“Whatever it takes.”
“Yeah?” She looked at Doyle with respect. “That a fact?”
“Get in,” he croaked, his voice thin, his lips barely moving as he forced the words out.
