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oily stench of rot seared my nostrils as he raced closer.
    From the parking lot came a vicious scream. Spewing a fiery stream of lava spit, the molten monkey bounded from the shadows, bringing a wave of heat rolling over my body. I dived sideways. A blast of scorching air hit my back and launched me further, the punch and subsequent hard landing spitting the air from my lungs. I wondered if my intestines would be ripped from my belly before or after my flesh burned to a crisp.
    The wolf demon blurred across my path and hit the fiery ape like a freight train, catapulting them both into the forest amid a snarling spray of red. Trees split and uprooted in their path, the sound of violent destruction continuing even after they disappeared into the night.
    How sweet. They were fighting over me. Over who got to kill me, but a girl has to take her attention where she can.
    I rolled to my feet and ran with a hearty limp back to the restaurant window. I slammed my body against it, arms splayed high.
    The waitress screamed. 
    Blake grinned.
    “Babe! The guys are trying to find you, but I knew you’d come back for me. You look so funny.” The rich tan of his skin paled as he squished his face up against the glass. “How about me? Still irresistible, right? Take my picture.”
    Yep. I was dead.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Blake’s eyes swirled from his normal hazel to bright copper, which meant his powers were working. Which also explained how he literally walked his pro-wrestler bulk through the window without breaking it. He controlled anything made from the earth — like glass. After I’d explained my eventful evening in breathy, shrill tones, and embarrassingly wild hand gestures, Blake’s features darkened, and he slipped into serious demon hunter mode, calling Logan on his phone to have the rest of them meet where I’d left an unconscious Matthias.
    As I fought to keep up with his jog through the parking lot, I pointed toward the fiery spurts and savage sounds of the demon battle raging out of sight in the forest.
    “Did they come through the hell portal?” And if yes, did that mean there were more on the way?
    “No.” Blake pulled me along next to him, acting as a formidable barrier between me and the demons. “There wasn’t an alert. Portal’s been inactive since before you moved here.”
    “Shouldn’t we deal with them first?”
    “They’ll probably kill each other,” he shrugged and kept moving forward.
    As we reached the far end of the parking lot, I said, “And if they don’t?”
    He didn’t answer. Too busy crouching low to study the empty ground behind the snowplow blade. Where Matthias was supposed to be.
    “Do you think this Rose guy took him?” I asked. Hmmm. Not sure I’d be too disappointed if that was the case. “Or maybe he just left.” Humiliated by how I brilliantly thwarted his evil plan then saved his life.
    “I can see where you dragged him here, but nothing else is disturbed around this spot. And no footprints but yours.” Face in a rare expression of grim concentration, Blake scratched his mess of short cinnamon curls. “It’s like he just vanished.”
    Dreams do come true.
    Blake dipped his fingers in the dust and brought them to his nose. “Smells like…springtime.”
    “I know, right? That’s Rose.”
    “The dude you say disappeared from—”
    “The trunk.” I still had the keys so I popped it open.
    I stared into my former prison which wasn’t as empty as I’d anticipated.
    Emotion bubbled. Overflowed. Then, fists flailing, I launched my attack.
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    “Calm down, babe.”
    Blake pulled me off my frenzy of beating the crap out of Matthias who, at some point, had been magically transported into the trunk of his own car. Still unconscious. And, as far as I was concerned, he could stay that way. Forever.
    Blake carried me a few cars away as Jayden, ran up, flip-flops slapping a frantic rhythm, his tropical print shirt unbuttoned and flapping