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fears and made the old wounds burn anew.
    Which was why she’d much rather battle the demons without. Once she killed them, they stayed dead. Too bad the ones inside her weren’t so cooperative. Even when she did manage to kill one, a dozen more cropped up to attack her.
    As Quinn would say, bloody inconsiderate wankers.
    But that was neither here nor there. She’d made the ten-minute ride to her secure apartment beneath a downtown parking deck only to pick up a weapon—the special dagger she carried, which had a bone handle carved with Celtic designs. The blade shimmered with a death spell. Badass to the extreme, it could be used to kill most demons if she stuck the blade into the creature’s forehead between where horns grew above each eye. The dagger had been a gift from Tzader after he and Quinn had saved her life in Utah.
    Just one of several treasured gifts from Tzader and Quinn, with friendship and trust being the most cherished of all.
    But she was on her own right now.
    The demon paused in the middle of the next block at the newspaper-wrapped feet of a sleeping vagrant, a poor wadded-up piece of humanity not bothering anybody.
    Was it sizing up the guy as a meal?
    Evalle paused, perfectly still. Sweat trickled beneath her top to streak down the naked skin on her back and soak the top of her jeans. The back of her vintage BDU shirt stuck to her back. She wore the cotton military shirt for comfort, but nothing felt good in this heat. Her steel-toe boots were hot, but much handier and safer than sandals if someone or some
thing
wanted a throw down. She fingered the dagger in the sheath at her hip and wrinkled her nose at the sulfuric odor trailing off the demon. The odor was too faint for a demon who had eaten a human heart.
    Although one of them might have discovered the magic of deodorant or perfume.
    Then again, perfumed crap still stank no matter what you did.
    Maybe this thing hadn’t attacked the human. She didn’t like the idea of hurting anything on purpose, but that young woman had died a hideous death, and the quickest way to find this thing’s mate would be to make him call for help.
    Besides, as a VIPER agent, she was expected to do whatever it took to protect the humans from predators.
    And she would.
    A car turned onto the street half a mile down and headed toward her, the burned-out muffler rumblingloud in the still night. She kept her eye on the demon. The last thing she wanted to do was attack one in front of a civilian who would see the demon clearly if it solidified to do battle, but she wouldn’t let him kill the vagrant.
    The demon shook his head and mumbled under his breath, then continued on as though reluctant to pass up the human.
    She let out a breath of relief, but why had he passed up this chance?
    When the approaching car’s headlights flashed on the demon, the creature sprinted ahead then disappeared to the left down a side street.
    Evalle sucked into a recessed doorway until the car passed her then rushed forward, holding her breath as she leaped over the vagrant, who reeked of body odor and urine. Man, that stench gave the demon a run for his money in the stink department. Maybe the demon had paused to wonder if the guy was kinfolk.
    At the corner, the side street turned left and shot through a dark shadow cast by buildings on each side.
    The street stopped at a railway embankment.
    Empty. No demon.
    Damn. She couldn’t have lost him.
    Evalle moved ahead carefully, sniffing for any wisp of sulfur in the air. Luckily, she caught the scent bythe time she reached a weed-infested concrete pad twenty feet square at the end of the street.
    The demon, now in solid form and hunched over, sat on a stack of tires, patting his scaly head above the horns. He mumbled incoherently. The scent of rotten eggs stank up the air, but the smell would be even more overwhelming at this distance if
he’d
fed on a human recently.
    “What’re you doing here?” She spoke with authority even though she