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Now I know I’m going to have to invoke it soon.

It all sounds like I’m trying to find trouble.

But his face doesn’t say that.

It tells me he’s taking me seriously, the way Angel and Reaper did today. And it tells me there’s more to it all, just like he said.

Maybe not with Frank, but . . . something.

“You’re not going to ask why I don’t fire him?”

Christian shrugs. “I know why. You want the right evidence for it, so you can take him down. I’m just gonna say we can handle this shit better than the cops, and if he dares touch you, then he’s not living long, but you have to do what you have to do.”

I stare at him and shift on the couch, sipping my drink. “No, you think he might have something to do with the reason you’re here.”

“You’re the reason.”

“Bullshit. You already said you had another one.”

“Maybe I lied” he says.

“And maybe you’re full of shit.”

“Maybe, but we both know I’m not.”

I sigh. “I’m going to bed.”

Christian comes over as I stand. “Invite me up, Mia.”

“No.”

It’s the hardest word I’ve ever uttered. No.

Because I want to say yes.

And maybe in a different life, another Mia says yes.

He just nods. “I’ll take the room across from yours.”

“Of course, you’ve been through my place.”

“Lead the way.”

* * *

I wake, screaming from a nightmare, and it’s real. My demon is there, pinning me down, saying my name, and I fight him. How he followed me from that world into this, I don’t know, but I scratch, claw, hit, and try to break free.

But he won’t let me go.

“Mia, sweetness, it’s Christian. You were having a nightmare.”

Finally, a voice penetrates, and I calm. It’s him. Smelling good, feeling like safety and the right sort of danger. He’s strong and surprisingly gentle and warm.

I don’t care if it’s a warm night, I’m cold, and his brand of fire is what I need, what can make me feel safe and whole and—

“Let me go.”

“Don’t be stupid, sweetness. I’m going to stay here with you.”

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