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her much, though.
    Holly pulled her coat closer to her body.
    “Forget me, Storm. Forget my name, forget anything I ever told you.”
    Not what she needed to hear right then. Anger began to warm her. “He got to you, didn’t he?”
    Sam’s thick lips trembled. “Who? Who?”
    She blinked. Okay, the guy had always been a little intense.
    But she’d discovered that most demons were.
    “Niol.” Damn. If he wouldn’t help her, the least he could do was stay out of her way.
    “He told you not to talk to me, didn’t he?” Sam had been giving her info about the demon world for the last four weeks. Ever since she’d found him passed out against the wall of a basement when she’d been doing her meth lab investigation piece.
    High as hell, he hadn’t been able to control his glamour. His eyes had flashed night black at her, and she’d known the truth about him.

    She’d been helping him to get straight. Helping him to kick his addiction because she knew just how dangerous such an addiction could be. She had the personal experience and the memory of her brother’s screams to remind her.
    “Niol’s involved? Fuck, I’m out of here.” He turned to go.
    “No!” Holly grabbed his arm. “Wait! If Niol didn’t tel you to stonewall me, then who
    —”
    But he shook her off. “Watch your pretty ass, Storm. Hell’s coming to town.” Then he was gone, running across the street and disappearing into the cracks that passed for alleys.
    Her shoulders slumped. Strike freaking two.
    Now what?
    She walked into the street, rubbing the back of her neck where she could feel the muscles tightening. This part of town was deserted—always was. One day, the city officials would take over, change things, and—
    The roar of an engine reached her ears.
    Her head shot up.
    And she saw a white van flying straight toward her.
    Aw, hell.
    Holly scrambled back.
    Too late.
    The van’s wheels turned—came straight for her. Aimed for her.
    Christ!
    She couldn’t move fast enough. Her high heel slipped beneath her, twisting and cracking. She couldn’t—
    The van clipped her, catching her right hip and sending Holly hurtling back into the air.
    She hit the cement, hard, and exhaust burned her nostrils.
    Her vision grayed. The last thing she saw before the full, sweet darkness swept over her was the back of the van, speeding away and leaving her broken in the street.

    “Jesus, Holly, what the hell happened to you?”
    Holly glanced up and grimaced at Ben as she dumped her purse on the station floor. “A van.” She’d been in the ER for the last four hours. Been checked by three doctors, and they’d all wanted to keep her there in the lovely confines of Reed In-firmary for a much longer stay.

    But, other than the bleeding, the bruises, and the general fury that she had going on, she was fine and did not need to stay overnight in a hospital.
    His blue eyes wide, he began, “Babe, there is no way you can go on the air looking—”
    She growled and Ben very wisely decided to shut up.
    Holly pointed to the production assistant who was staring at her ripped skirt. “You.”
    His eyes bulged. “Hook me up with a microphone.” She glanced back at Ben. “Because I’m going live.”
    “No, Mac said Susan’s doing the story about the restaurant food poisoning—”
    Another growl. Then she stormed past him. She caught the eye of the cameraman working the evening news show. The assistant hurried behind her, struggling to attach a microphone.
    Holly didn’t bother sitting at the second “desk”—the backup that waited just beyond the main anchors. She stood, wanting the camera to catch all of her.
    In the background, she heard Mac talking, heard the clear order of “switch to Holly in five, four…”
    “What the hell?” Susan Patrick’s snarl. The blonde shoved her way toward the camera, glaring at Holly. “I’m on the air—”
    “Hold your story, Sue. The burgers can wait.” Mac pointed to Holly. “She’s our