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had called for it, a dull pain suddenly started to make her entire head throb.
    Stari ng down at her bloodied hands she remembered how they had gotten so. In slow motion her mind played that one scene she so badly wanted to forget over and over again. The demons punching her, wanting to kill her. And then Amber, that beautiful, avenging angel. The black shadowy stuff piercing through her chest, instantly dimming the light of life in Amber’s green eyes. Her blood staining her teeth. The shock on her face as she realized that she was about to die.
    Whirling around Lillian barely made it to the toilet before throwing up.
    When her stomach had emptied and the dry-heaving ceased she flushed and got up on shaky legs and walked back to the sinks. Turning on the water she started fiercely scrubbing her trembling hands and face despite the pain. Her life had been normal only…what, twelve hours ago? Not even a day had passed. This wasn’t her life, or even a life anymore, this was a nightmare she really wanted to wake out of. Now .
    A knock pulled her out of her thoughts and away from the face reflected in the mirror that wasn’t, couldn’t possibly, be hers. “Hey, it’s Raz. You okay in there?”
    Lillian almost snorted at that. Okay? No, she really wasn’t okay.
    In the last twelve hours she had found out that she was the daughter of an effing angel, that she was born to guard hellholes, had been attacked by demons, and watched a woman die in front of her eyes. And she had had to leave her parents and home behind. No, she was a long way from okay and heading for the land of insane hysteria.
    Closing her eyes she took a long, deep and calm breath. She needed to put on the brakes and clear her head before the mad laughter lurking inside of her could pull her under.
    Apparently she had two options. One, go crazy and end up stuck in a padded cell. Or door number two, accept her fate of being an Ivory who was born to fight demons. And as unbelievable and insane as it sounded, the reality of it had just kicked her in the teeth.
    Pros and cons.
    Lillian had to take back control over her life and that wasn’t exactly something option one easily permitted to do. Door number two also had the benefit of her being able to kick some demons’ asses for what they had done, especially the one that had gotten away.  Which meant she needed training first.
    Taking a deep breath and one last look at herself Lillian walked over to the door and out to meet up with the angel. He looked her over, his brow furrowing, but didn’t say a word.
    They silently made their way into the night outside. She frowned when he stopped by a car that wasn’t her mother’s. This was a blue 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS, and not her Mom’s Toyota Corolla. With a shrug she got in while he loaded his grocery bags in the trunk. Then he got behind the wheel and drove off.
    Over the next half hour s he sensed him glancing at her from time to time and an angry tension started to pour off of him for which Lillian had no explanation. When he started to drum his fingers against the wheel she caught his gaze with her own and saw something between annoyance and unease in his frown.
    Frowning she asked, “Is something wrong?”
    “You okay?” he countered, a little gruff.
    “ Yeah. As much as I can be, I guess. I’m working on it.” Apparently that was a good answer since his eyes started to soften somewhat with sympathy.
    She knew that a t some point she had to jump into that weird, new world she had to call her own now. Inwardly bracing herself, she added, “You said one of them got away. One of the demons at my parent’s house. Which one?”
    A t her question any remnants of his weird mood and the tension in his shoulders vanished entirely and were replaced by surprise. He even seemed relieved as he relaxed back into his seat though she had absolutely no clue as to why. Her frown deepened.
    Obviously catching the unspoken meaning of it Raz explained, “I just