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lived ?” asked
Agent Lee, and he slid his hand inside his jacket. “Did you do
something to her?”
    Since it looked like they were about to
shoot her, Zoey decided to tell them the truth. “She turned into a
monster. I think it used her body as a host—I killed her with a bag
of salt.”
    Tristan snorted but was immediately silenced
by a dangerous look from Agent Lee.
    Agent Barnes measured her. “Must have been a
Skin demon, they’re really hard to detect—and when you do, it’s
usually too late. Tell me, how did you know to use salt on it?”
    Zoey took a moment then spoke. “I’d read
that the occult use salt to kill demons. I’ve been using salt for
years, and so far it’s worked for me, except for tonight.”
    “Not all demons are the same, you need fire to kill a Duyen demon,” said Agent Barnes as he sized
her up.
    “Well, you’re a very strange girl, Zoey. How
is it that you’ve managed to avoid being put into an asylum or
killed by illegal mystics?”
    “I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut,” she
answered shortly, confused by his last words. “I did what I had to,
to survive.”
    “Hmmm.” Agent Barnes shared a sidelong
glance with Agent Lee, and then he lowered his eyes. He was eyeing
Zoey as if she were some criminal.
    “Well, we can’t leave you here now, can we?
It’s not safe for you. You’ll have to come with us back to the
hive. Management will need to do some digging, but ultimately
they’ll decide what’s to be done with you.”
    He reached out and steered Zoey towards the
edge of the platform.
    Zoey wiggled out of his grip. “Just a
second! What’s management ? What do you mean by what’s to
be done with me ? I’m not some dog to be put in a cage. It
sounds a lot like the foster system to me. Why should I come with
you anyway? I don’t even know you—you could be serial killers for
all I know. I don’t need anyone. I’ve been alone all my life, and I
can take care of myself.”
    She folded her arms against her chest with a
defiant look on her face. It was too late to tell them that she had
nowhere else to go—she didn’t want them to think she needed them.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
    Agent Lee grabbed her from behind. “You have
no choice. You’re going to get killed unless you come with us.”
    “Let me go!” Zoey kicked his kneecap with a
satisfying crunch. He howled and let her go, staggering
backward.
    “Wait!” Tristan came in between Agent Lee,
who had a murderous look in his eye, and Zoey. He turned towards
her with his hands up in surrender.
    “Listen, I know this must sound crazy to
you, but you have to trust us. We’re the only ones that can help
you.”
    “I don’t need any help,” grumbled Zoey.
    “Really? That’s not what it looked like ten
minutes ago.”
    Tristan gave her a cheeky grin. “You’d be
dead if it weren’t for us. Truth is, there are a lot more and
deadlier illegal mystics out there. They’ll do anything to stay
here in this world, and I mean anything . They don’t want to
be caught and sent back. Once they recognize that you can see
them—adios—you’re dead.”
    “I’m not an agent .”
    “To them you are.” Zoey looked confused.
    “—because you’re one of us,” answered
Tristan. “You’re one of the Sevenths.”
    Zoey’s mouth felt like it was full of cotton
balls. “I’m a what?”
    “A Seventh, a human born with the seventh sense.”
    “There’s a seventh sense? Seriously?”
    “Yes,” answered Tristan. “Sight, hearing,
taste, touch, smell—are the five. The sixth sense is your gut
feeling, your intuition. But the seventh sense is the
ability to see and feel the supernatural.”
    Zoey wasn’t sure how to react to this new
piece of information. But somehow she knew it was the truth. She
had the seventh sense. She’d always had it.
    “Did you get cold goose bumps right before
you saw the Duyen demon?” asked Tristan.
    “Yes.”
    “That’s part of your Seventh sense,” said
Tristan,