calmer than he had in days. Couldn't take it for granted, though. The urges would return—perhaps even stronger. At the moment, keeping the sinister anger at bay was a constant process.
So far, the evening proved to be a quiet one, no demon attacks, the streets practically deserted. He wondered if some type of sporting event or another thing kept people indoors tonight. He shrugged and tossed the apple core aiming to hit a trashcan half a block away.
Hearing the thump, he held his arms up. “Score.”
“Bored Brit?” Kieran walked up with a relaxed stride, with his arms loose at his sides his partner gave the impression of being at ease. But Fallon knew better, the Scot was far from it, the man scrutinized the area constantly. Night vision sharp by the glow emanating from his eyes.
Fallon shook his head. “Nope, not at all. It’s good to have a quiet night. Getting some thinking time in.”
Kieran’s eyes narrowed at him. “Are you all right?”
Lips pressed together, he blew out air through his nostrils. “I’m fine, stop looking at me like I’m some sort of science experiment.”
Uncertainty flickered across his partner’s face. “Sorry. It’s that, well, Julian wants us to keep an eye on you. It's strange, haven’t seen you this relaxed in a while. It’s good.”
"Yeah, I was just thinking that,” he conceded.
His cell phone vibrated, and Fallon pulled it out and read the display.
“Who is it?” Kieran asked. Protectors were not allowed calls during duty, not even on silent. Normally, a cell phone’s vibration was enough to be picked up by a demon’s sharp ears. But being such a dull evening, Kieran didn’t make that point to Fallon.
“Hello Sebastian,” Fallon answered.
Sebastian’s deep voice boomed into his ear. “Your friend Tonia called. Said she doesn’t have your phone number. Wants me to tell you she’s in trouble. Demons were at her place. I would have gone over to assist, but she refused to give me her address.”
Not bothering to say anything to his partner, Fallon began running toward his car. The pounding of Kieran’s boots right behind him matched his hard heartbeats.
“Thank you. I’m heading there now. Please text me her number,” Fallon told Sebastian.
“Who’s Tonia?” Kieran asked barely able to close the door of Fallon’s car when he peeled off.
“A friend.”
“What is she?”
“A human female.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Do you want to play fucking twenty questions or tell me the story?” Kieran snapped and then gripped the dash as they careened around a corner.
“I caught her killing a demon once.”
“What the hell?”
“Shut up and listen.”
“A couple of times actually,” Fallon continued. “She won’t listen to me, when I tried to convince her to stop. I told her she’d end up dead, but her reply was that she expects to die that way. Something about that’s what she was meant to do. Kill demons. Has the ability to see them.”
“You didn’t report it,” Kieran stated, no accusation in his voice. “Fuck!” he yelled when Fallon ran a red light barely missing being hit by a truck. "If we're dead we can't help her."
Pulling up in Tonia’s neighborhood, they sat in the car and surveyed the area. With their enhanced night vision, the brightly lit street and parking wasn’t necessarily helpful. A red truck pulled in and parked, Fallon hesitated in exiting the vehicle.
“Demons,” Kieran stated quietly when four males got out of the vehicle. “Low levels from what I can tell.”
“It’s too bright for a fight, we’ll attract attention,” Fallon replied, itching to get to Tonia. “How about we let our presence be known and see what happens?”
They exited the vehicle and rounded it, talking in low voices and acting as if they didn’t see the demons that stopped in their tracks and watched. Obviously recognizing them as Protectors, the demons looked at each other not sure what to do.
Kieran walked to a
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