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    “Oh, no, hon!” I looked up to find her watching the horror surely growing on my face. “Don’t worry about Regan. She wasn’t huffing Demon’s Breath for a high—she was sustained by it in the absence of her soul. That’s a totally different ball game. Still very dangerous, for obvious reasons,” sheconceded with a shrug. “That whole sell-your-soul thing. But very little risk to her, physically.”
    “Because she didn’t have a soul…” My mind was racing.
    “But if she inhaled Demon’s Breath now that her soul’s back in place…”
    Harmony frowned. “She’d be in very serious trouble.”
     
    A N HOUR LATER Nash turned his mother’s car onto a brick driveway in front of a huge house with a coordinating brick-and-stone facade. And I’d thought Scott’s place was crazy. Whatever Doug Fuller’s parents did, they made some serious cash.
    “You think he’s home?” I asked, and Nash pointed at the spotless, late-model sports car in the driveway, with a rental sticker on the rear windshield.
    He turned off the engine and stuffed the keys into his pocket. “Let’s get this over with.”
    Doug answered the door on the third ring in nothing but the sweatpants he’d obviously slept in, then backed into a bright, open entryway to let us in. We followed him to a sunken den dominated by a wall-size television, where a video game character I couldn’t identify stood frozen with a pistol aimed at the entire room.
    “Sorry about your car.” Doug plopped onto a black leather home theater chair without even glancing at me.
    “Um…” But before I could finish the nonthought, he waved off my reply and picked up a video controller from the arm of his chair.
    “My dad’ll pay for the damages. The rental place is supposed to deliver your loaner this afternoon. I got you a V6.”
    Just like that? Was he serious? I got weird death visions and a supersonic shriek, and Doug Fuller got unreasonable wealth. That was a serious imbalance of karma.
    “Trust me—it’s a step up.”
    My fists clenched in my coat pockets. How could Emma stand him?
    “Um, thanks,” I said, for lack of anything even resembling an intelligent reply. I looked at Nash with both brows raised, silently asking what he was waiting for. He dropped onto a black leather couch and I sat next to him.
    “So was your dad pissed about the drug test? You must have been high as a satellite to hit a parked car.” Nash slouched into the couch, sounding almost jealous, and that must have been the right approach because Doug grinned and paused his game.
    “Dude, I was in orbit. ” He set the remote on the arm of his chair and grabbed a can of Coke from the drink holder. “But the test came out clean, other than a little alcohol. The E.R. doc told my dad I was probably euphoric from shock.”
    “What the hell were you taking?” Nash leaned forward and took two Cokes from the minifridge doubling as an end table.
    “Somethin’ called frost. It’s like huffing duster inside a deep freeze, but then you’re high for hours….”
    Chill bumps popped up all over my skin and I shuddered at the memory of dozens of creepy little fiends crawling all over one another in the Netherworld, desperate for a single hit of Demon’s Breath—preferably straight from the source.
    Nash handed me a can and raised one brow to ask if I was okay. He’d noticed the shudder. I nodded and popped the top on my Coke.
    “Where’d you get it?” Nash leaned back on the couch and opened his own soda.
    “From some guy named Everett. I think that’s his last name. I got a physical next Tuesday, and he swore this frost shit wouldn’t show up in a blood test.” Doug’s focus shifted to me.
    “Hey, Kaylee, do you know if Em’s working tonight?”
    “Yeah. I think she’s closing.” Actually, we’d both be off by four in the afternoon, but I didn’t want her hanging out withDoug until I was sure he wasn’t going to freeze-dry her lungs with every