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exactly be called polite, but at least she'd stopped breathing fire at him. "I can take care of myself. So, thanks for your help with the demon. I appreciate that. It's been nice meeting you. Hope you have a nice life. See ya later."
    She took a step toward the stairs, and his hand shot outto clamp around her wrist. "Hold it. Where do you thinkyou're going?"
    "Like I told you, this is my vacation. I think it's time I went
    and saw some sights."
    "Right. Because I'm definitely letting Mab's niece wander —unauthorized, unescorted, and out of magic—around Manhattan. That's gonna happen any minute now."
    She pursed her lips and twisted her wrist in his grasp, buthe held firm. "Can I assume you've sunk to sarcasmnow?"
    "Sweetheart, let's not even get into sinking right now,
    okay?"
    "Then how about you stop insulting me by telling me I need to use the buddy system like the average five-yearold? I can take care of myself. I wasn't born last week. In fact, I wasn't born last century. I'm not some defenseless babe."
    Walker blinked at that age statement. He knew the Faecould live for thousands of years, but he hadn'tconnected that abstract fact with the woman in front ofhim who looked about twenty-five.

    "I never called you a defenseless babe." Though he couldn't deny the term "babe" had crossed his mind a time or two. "But you are a defenseless Fae right now. You told me that yourself, so when it comes down to it, that's not a whole hell of a lot different."
    Her violet eyes narrowed. "If I'm that defenseless, thenwhy am I the one who distracted the demon long enoughfor us to get away?"
    Walker chose to ignore that. She sure as hell didn't needhis encouragement in risking her pretty little neck. "Youare not leaving here and going wandering around my cityalone. If that was your plan, you can forget it right now."
    "What makes you think you can stop me?"
    He just looked down at her, letting her see the fierce glowof his eyes and the fierce clenching of the muscles thatwanted to grab her and shake her senseless.
    Her chin rose another notch, along with her obviousdetermination. "Fine. You can stop me. But you have tosleep sometime."
    The threat hung in the air between them for a longmoment before Walker swore. He wouldn't put it past her. The minute he turned his back, she'd probably be out thedamned door. And the worst part was that she was rightabout the sleep, too. His eyes felt like they'd beencovered in sandpaper and then set on fire. If he didn't getsome rest soon, his body was going to take the decisionout of his hands and crumble into a heap on the firstavailable flat surface it came to. Hell, at this point, hecouldn't even be sure about the flat part. And he'd bet asmall fortune that when he woke up, there would be a

    neat trail of little Fae footprints running right down the
    middle of his spine.
    "I don't suppose you'd consider cooperating."
    She smiled so sweetly, Walker felt his stomach turn over. In fear. "Why don't we try it and see? I'll even tuck youin."
    His stomach took a turn south even as his inner wolf satup and begged. He muttered, "Down, boy."
    "What did you say?"
    He turned away and reached for the phone. "You'd bettersit down. I need to make a phone call."
    Fiona looked less than thrilled by the suggestion. "Myaunt screens her calls, you know."
    Walker snorted. "Even if Ma Bell had laid fiber-opticcables from Faerie to Timbuktu and back, I wouldn't dialthat number on a bet. Tell Mab her baby niece wound upnaked on my sofa half-eaten by a demon? I'm not thatflavor of stupid."
    He dialed quickly and kept one eye on her while helistened to the phone ring. She didn't sit. In fact, shestood glaring at him while one foot tapped impatiently onthe floor, but at least she was staying put. For themoment.
    "Do you have any goddamned idea what time it is?"
    Walker ignored the threat in the growl on the other end ofthe line and barked out a question of his own. "How sooncan you get over to my