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pleaded, eyes wild. “Please, just let me go!”
    Even when panicked, his voice was strangely seductive. It brought to mind Abel’s mouth between Rylie’s legs, his body moving inside hers, their gasps as they worked against one another. Rylie shook her head to clear it.
    Apparently, she wasn’t the only one affected. The security guards wavered. Most of them dropped their Tasers.
    One of them fired.
    Spikes latched onto the demon’s shirt, and electricity lanced down the wire. He screamed again as his skin flashed, his hair flickered, and his skeleton collapsed to the ground.
    They were killing him.
    A man with a scraggly gray beard grabbed her arm. “What are you doing standing around? Run!”
    Being touched with her adrenaline running so high was bad. Very bad. Rylie didn’t even think before flashing her teeth at him and growling.
    He dropped her arm and stepped back.
    “Holy shit,” he said. “You’re one of them .”
    Rylie’s hand flew to cover her mouth, but too late. He had already seen her reaction. She didn’t have fangs yet, but her teeth were loosening in her skull, and blood slicked her canines.
    “No, I’m not—” she began, lisping around her loosening teeth.
    “There’s another one here!” the man shouted, pointing at her.
    Rylie backed away slowly, struggling to maintain her form. Her fingernails were coming undone, too. A few more seconds of this kind of panic, and she’d be fanged and clawed and impossible to pass as a normal human.
    The crowd had dissipated from the area around the security checkpoint. There was nowhere to hide.
    The captive demon’s power rippled over her again, more powerful than before. Her mind flooded with overtly sexual memories. Not just the last night with Abel—but the first time that they’d had sex, and the last time she’d slept with Seth, and every time before that. The mental images of naked bodies overwhelmed her. It was too much—scary, rather than sexy.
    Yet her body reacted. Heat gathered between her legs as her core clenched in anticipation of sex. The beginnings of an orgasm gripped her, and Rylie had to grab the wall, dizzy with the force of it. Her knees shook.
    Judging by the noises coming from the TSA, they were getting hit hard, too.
    But then more of them fired on the demon, flooding him with electricity, and the sudden arousal vanished as quickly as it had come upon her. The sexual energies had been pouring off of the demon, like some magic power.
    Rylie’s head cleared now that the demon had been thoroughly electrocuted. She hadn’t changed, but she had lost precious seconds to escape.
    More security moved in, jogging up the hallway toward them. These weren’t TSA agents. TSA agents didn’t wear black cargo pants, black combat boots, and black polo shirts with bold white letters on their chests: UKA.
    It was the Union.
    “No,” Rylie whispered.
    The demon caught her gaze from inside the scanner. He was a lump on the floor, pale and shivering. “Help me,” he mouthed.
    She fled, leaving the demon to the mercies of the Union.
    “Stop her!” someone yelled as she vaulted over the security barriers, launching herself toward the shops on the other side.
    Alarms came over the PA system. People near the gates began to run, too.
    Her feet pounded against the cement as the wolf overrode her mind. Normally, it made Rylie calmer to be in the grip of the beast. It was a cold, clinical, predatory thing, unemotional and always hungry.  
    But the wolf was out of its element. There were too many people, too much metal, too many strange smells.
    Her panic grew.
    Rylie’s teeth fell out in her palm, and she flung the bloody shards aside without stopping. Pops echoed deep within her skull as her jaw snapped. The skin on her face stretched. Her muzzle extended. She tried to hide the changes with her hands.
    Glancing over her shoulder, she saw three men from the Union cutting through the fleeing crowd, guns at the ready.
    She needed to lose