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“The sooner, the better. I’d like to know how they followed us so fast.” Percy glanced up the road. “As soon as we get back on the interstate, find us a nice little spot where I can take off your clothes, please.”

“If you just wanted to get me naked, you should have just asked,” Kevin teased, hoping to add some levity to the stressful situation. Hearing it in his melodic, girly voice, it didn’t really help.

Oh, he hated this.

Kevin drove until he saw a sign for a rest area. “Hey. Rest stop in ten miles. Sound like a plan?”

“Perfect.” Percy reached for Kevin’s hand.

It was a little strange considering it wasn’t Kevin’s normal hand, but he held on tight anyway. He didn’t like how stressed out Percy seemed to be, and he hoped this hunter problem had an easy fix. He pulled off at the rest area and drove to a section of the parking lot that was secluded and dark. He backed into a space as far away from everything else as he could and then parked. “So?”

“All right. You’re a big, gorgeous man again. Now hold still.” Percy pulled Kevin’s shirt up and slapped his hand over Kevin’s chest, his fingers vanishing inside.

“What! What are you fucking doing?” Kevin wheezed, not even having a second to enjoy being himself again. “I know for a fact that I am not Indiana Jones!”

“Hush, it’ll just be for a moment.”

Kevin squirmed at the strange pressure of having Percy dig around inside of his chest like this. It was hard to breathe, though he was grateful when Percy changed back so he at least had a familiar face to glare at.

Percy withdrew his hand, holding a small blue ball of light. His eyes narrowed. “Have you seen Sebastian before tonight?”

“Uh, yeah.” Kevin rubbed his chest. “He was at the bar when I said bye to Joe. Said he was a fire marshal or something.”

“Fire marshal? Ha! Cute!”

Kevin frowned at the ball of light. “What is that?”

“It’s a tracking beacon.” Percy scowled and crushed the ball into nothing, smothering the glow. “Did he touch you?”

Kevin frowned as he tried to recall every detail of the brief encounter. “Yeah, maybe. I mean, he kinda bumped into me when he walked by. But that was it. Wait, are you saying he put that inside me?”

“And didn’t even buy you dinner. How rude.” Percy sighed. “He must have been watching us. Saw that we left together. Shit.”

“I’m sorry.” Kevin shook his head. “I brought him here.”

“It’s not your fault. He’s not hunting you. He’s afterme. And you didn’t even know demons were real until very recently. I wouldn’t expect you to be on the lookout for tracking beacons and the like.”

“I should have been more careful though. I knew the guy was acting weird. If I could fucking remember a damn thing, I’d know this shit!” Kevin smacked the steering wheel in frustration as his emotions rose up to overwhelm him. Guilt, fear, and anger warred for control, and he settled on anger because the very thought of Percy getting hurt enraged him.

But if it was because of Kevin…

Ah, guilt had just taken the lead.

“Peaches,” Percy soothed as he took Kevin’s hand. “Stop beating your truck. You might break something.” He cupped Kevin’s face, turning him until their eyes met. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Finding out you’re a feathery fuck machine from Heaven seemed to be enough of a shock for you. I didn’t want to overload your gorgeous little brain by telling you every fantastic and horrible thing that goes bump in the night, all right?”

“All right.” Kevin leaned into Percy’s gentle touch, angry tears stinging his eyes and threatening to fall. “But I still don’t want anything to happen to you. Especially because of me.”

Percy flinched, and he stammered, “Well, th-that’s…” He cleared his throat, saying firmly, “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m an extremely badass demon and now we know that shit is stalking me, we can be ready for him and his friends.” He smirked. “You may just get to practice smiting after all.”

“Sounds fun.” Kevin managed a small smile and turned his head to kiss the palm of Percy’s hand. He still felt on edge and sickened by the thought of being hunted.

The memory of being hunted.

Kevin took a deep breath. “I don’t think this is the first time I ran outta that bar.”

“No?” Percy’s smile dipped. “That same bar? Are you sure it wasn’t part of the movie?”

“Same bar. I knew right where to go. Like I’d been there before.” Kevin closed his eyes, trying to snatch any details from his muddy memory. “I was with Uncle Al. He was teaching me how to play pool.”

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