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my hand. I needed to hurry this up: Boomer was standing at a respectful distance, drool stretched in long strands from his jowls to the slick pavement, patiently waiting for his treat. “Is it like anything you’ve smelled before?”
    She thought carefully and shook her head. “No. It’s a clean, cold smell. It’s even stripped away some of the human smell. Like there is nothing left but raw flesh.”
    Damn. I was hoping Candy would have the answer. She usually had the answer to everything. Normally, I’d just forget about the whole thing—a mystery that would never be solved. But Gregory wouldn’t have asked unless it was important. There were things he wasn’t telling me. How had this head come to his notice? Who had realized there was something wrong with it? Why did a powerful angel give a shit about a dead demon in the form of a human Owned long ago?

3
    I met Wyatt outside, coming up the driveway as I tried to make a snowman. There wasn’t enough snow yet, so it was a really tiny snowman. At least it was the right consistency for packing together, and hopefully we’d have more. Maryland usually saw several decent snowfalls each winter, although they quickly melted with the mild temperatures. I’d be lucky if my creation lasted more than a day or two.
    “Aren’t you freezing?” Wyatt asked. I was in jeans and a t–shirt.
    “Totally. The skin on my arms is numb, and I can barely move my fingers.” I looked at them, white and shriveled at the end of my palm. “I think at least three are frost bitten.”
    Wyatt grimaced. “They’re going to hurt like crazy when you go inside and they begin to warm up.”
    “I know.” I smiled. “Especially if I put them in warm water. Last year I even got some skin to peel off.”
    “Let’s save that for another day and get you inside.” Wyatt helped me stand, and I stumbled on barely responsive legs up to the house.
    Inside was warm and welcoming, a big contrast from the cold, wet, January evening lurking outside the door. My hands tingled and cramped with pain, and I spread them before me to admire the chapped, white and red skin.
    “I’d make you some coffee” I told Wyatt., “But my fingers don’t work yet. I don’t want to fix them and miss the thawing frostbite agony. Can you put on a pot?”
    Wyatt didn’t respond. His head swiveled as though he were looking for something, his eyes slightly unfocused.
    “I was hoping you could do some research for me. I need. . ..”
    Wyatt grabbed me, cutting off my sentence as his lips claimed mine. He snaked cold hands under my shirt, quickly unhooking my bra as he kissed me. Wow, where had this come from? Frostbite could wait, I thought as I fixed my fingers. I wanted all my nervous system intact for this kind of activity.
    My legs were still numb, and I stumbled backward from Wyatt’s onslaught, stopping abruptly as my rear hit the dining room table. Wyatt didn’t break stride. He picked me up by my waist and sat me on the table, pushing me onto my back and unbuttoning my jeans. I helped by kicking off my shoes and wiggling my shirt and bra off.
    Wyatt was all over me. Hands. Mouth. He was frantic. As much as I enjoyed his crazed lust, I couldn’t manage to get his clothes off with him sprawled all over me. He wasn’t helping move the situation along either. He’d completely ignored his clothing after removing mine and was apparently attempting to penetrate me through his jeans. I’d seen demons do this, but creating an erection strong enough to break through denim required a skill beyond human capabilities.
    “Hold on, you porn star. Let me at least unzip your pants and get your cock out.”
    A wrestling match ensued as I tried to navigate the tangle of Wyatt’s arms, slide a bit from under the press of his chest, and reach his pants. Finally I grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head out of the way. He adapted, running his tongue down my side, nipping sensitive spots with his teeth. Oh, wow. This