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  “Wait.”

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  Ivy grimaced at the thought of working with this man, but she was desperate enough to consider it. She’d labored for this tip for months to lose it in a matter of seconds. Who knew how long it would be before she received another reliable one? In the meantime, the demon would kill another woman or two. She didn’t know if she could handle that, recognizing she could’ve done something about it.

  She didn’t know a lot about cambions. They were rare because it was extremely unusual, if not impossible, to survive a demon attack. It was like being infected with a virus. A fast-acting virus that radically changed your physiology. Thankfully, it could only be passed through blood transfer. According to myth, cambions possessed many of the same powers that demons did. Superstrength, superhealing, super resilience to death. But supposedly it left their humanity intact.

  Looking at this man now, she couldn’t be sure. It could totally be a trap. He could be working for the demons. It was too bad she didn’t have much of a choice.

  She walked down the alley to him. “If we work together, it’s all my way or the highway.”

  “Funny considering you have nothing to bargain with, but sure, fine, we’ll play it your way.”

  He had a certain swagger to him, this dark-haired man. It definitely could’ve been the demon blood infecting him, but she had to admit she kind of liked it. Respected was maybe a better word.

  “If I had nothing to bargain with, you wouldn’t be so eager to want to team up with me.”

  He grinned, and she imagined his dark green eyes glinted mischievously. “You got me there.”

  She eyed him up and down, taking in his solidly built frame and lanky legs. Just by the way he stood, with his arms to his sides, she knew he was well equipped. There was no mistaking the bulge under his jacket, probably a 9mm, or the slight hump under his T-shirt, a bowing knife most likely. He probably had blades strapped to both ankles, as well. At least he came prepared. Maybe it wouldn’t be a total waste teaming up with him.

  She suspected he was well equipped in the physical department, as well. He made one big target. She could use him as a body shield if worse came to worst.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Ronan Ames.”

  “Okay, Ronan, we’ll try this partnership out. But if I suspect that you are screwing with me or you don’t hold up your end of the bargain, I will bleed out that demon blood of yours.”

  “Deal.” He offered his hand.

  She took it gingerly, gave a firm shake then released it as quick as she could. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to shake his hand, it was that touching his skin sent a rush of something pleasant over her flesh. The little hairs on her arms and back of neck were standing at attention. And she wasn’t happy about it one bit.

  Chapter 3

  An hour later, after they had consolidated their individual vehicles—Ronan had stolen his anyway—and amassed their weapons and equipment, Ivy was sitting in the driver’s seat of her rusted-out old heavy pickup with a cambion beside her, parked in front of a small bungalow in a part of town usually reserved for the elderly. It definitely was not her idea of an ideal situation. But it was the best option she had right now if she wanted to put down the demon that had been terrorizing the city. If she wanted answers she had to play the game.

  “Are you sure this is the place?”

  Ronan nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

  “Where is he, then?”

  Even in the dark she could tell that he was staring at her. She could feel the contempt sizzle in the air. “Don’t know. I’m not his secretary. I don’t have his itinerary loaded on my phone.”

  “You don’t have to be a smart-ass.”

  “Yeah, I think I do when you ask me dumb-ass questions.”

  She was about to argue, but knew he had her there. It had been a dumb-ass question. She was just anxious. And anxiety made her on edge, and being on edge made her cranky. It was a vicious cycle.

  She was still pissed at him for making her lose the demon in the first place. If he hadn’t been so big, and so solid, that he set off her amulet into overdrive, she could’ve continued the chase down the alley and out onto the street. The demon hadn’t had that much of a head start. Sure, he was quick, but so was she.

  Ronan smirked. “You would’ve lost him anyway. He’s way too fast even for you.”

  She glared at him, hoping he could see it even in the dim of the trunk. “You’re a mind reader?”

  He shrugged. “Don’t have to be with you. Your cold stare of death says it all. You’re used to blaming others for screw ups.”

  “You did screw me up,” she snarled. “I would’ve had him if I hadn’t run into you.”

  “Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better.”

  “What were you doing in that alley anyway?”

  He broke their glaring match and looked out the side window. “None of your business.”

  “Look, bad blood, I don’t like the way—”

  He slapped a hand over her mouth. “Shut up for a second.”

  She was about to rip his hand away when she sensed the same thing he had.

  The demon was nearby. She could feel it in the air. Like a horrific dream, like all the happiness in the world had been sucked out of the air. It was a cold clammy feeling on her skin. She shivered in response.

  She nodded, and Ronan took his hand away. He pointed to his eyes, then to the house.

  Ivy peered through the windshield to the small bungalow. No lights had come on, but she thought she saw movement at one of the darkened windows.

  She leaned toward Ronan and whispered, “Is he in the house?”

  He nodded without taking his gaze off the house.

  “You take the back. I’ll go in the front.” She didn’t wait for his reply before she quietly opened the door and slid out of the truck. She carefully closed the door but didn’t click it shut. Demons possessed superior hearing.

  She came around the front just as Ronan got out of the vehicle. They met at the front bumper.

  “Don’t kill him. I need to talk to him first,” she told him.

  He just nodded.

  Ivy took out her lock-picking kit and headed toward the front door while Ronan crossed the lawn, passed through the side gate and headed around to the back of the house. She stepped up onto the stoop, opened the screen door and tried the knob. It was surprisingly unlocked.

  Either the demon had been careless or this was a trap. Ivy went with trap. In her mind, it was always a trap. Nothing was this easy. There was always a catch or two.

  She unsheathed one of her silver blades from her back harness, then as quietly as she could, she turned the knob and opened the door. Thankfully the hinges didn’t squeak, but she knew it didn’t matter. The demon could probably hear her breathing.

  It was completely dark inside. She waited a moment just past the threshold for her eyes to adjust. She’d spent plenty of time in darkness so she had better-than-average sight compared to most people. When she could make out the shapes of furniture and other items scattered around the main living room, Ivy stepped forward.

  There were no noises in the house. Except for the ticking of a clock nearby and the hum of the furnace, she couldn’t discern anything that indicated anyone was at home. But she sensed it. A creepy sensation of foreboding crawled over her skin and she had to suppress the urge to shiver. Someone was here.

  As she moved across the room, she had to remind herself that Ronan could also be in the house. Maybe that was who she was sensing. But she had to admit she didn’t get a creepy vibe from him. It was another kind of vibe that she didn’t want to consider right now.

  She moved into the kitchen, and that’s when she caught sight of Ronan. He was coming out from the back hall. He lifted his hand in greeting to her. Or to stop her from slicing off a piece of him. She loosened her grip around the hilt of her blade as he came along her side.

  “Anythin
g?” he whispered.

  She shook her head. “Something’s here, though.”

  “Yeah, I get that, too.” He lifted his chin and sniffed the air. “I can smell decomp.”

  She peered at him curiously.

  “There’s at least one dead body in this house. One day dead, maybe.”

  Ivy swung around and searched the shadows of the kitchen. They were either dealing with Sallos’s latest kill or his latest creation. She hoped it was the former because if it was the latter, they could be in for a world of hurt.

  Revenants were really hard to kill.

  They were the undead given life by a demon’s black-magic spell. Unlike the zombie lore floating around, these creatures weren’t shambling, unintelligent bodies. They possessed speed, tenacity and an irritating lust to kill.

  The only way to end them was to cut off their heads and stuff valerian root into their necks. Ivy had a big knife, so that was taken care of, but she didn’t have any valerian on her.

  “I need to go to the truck.”

  Even in the dark, she could see Ronan frown. “Are you joking? We’re in the middle of something here.”

  “Watch my back.” She moved out of the kitchen before he could protest further. But she could feel him behind her doing as she asked.

  She was halfway across the living room when she felt a stir in the stagnant air to her left. She turned that way just as the revenant sprang at her from beside the sofa. What she had erroneously mistaken for three lumpy throw pillows had been a reanimated corpse lying in wait.

  It latched onto her left arm with its clawlike fingers and carried her backwards. With its substantial weight behind it—Sallos had killed and resurrected a Goliath—it took them both to the ground. But before it could rip a chunk out of her shoulder with its jagged teeth, Ronan was there kicking it in the head.

  The force of Ronan’s kick sent it reeling off her and onto its back. Ivy scrambled to her feet but not before the revenant grabbed onto her right leg, trying to dig its fingers into her flesh.

  Thank God for the thickness of her jeans, she thought. Never before had she wanted to plant a kiss on Levi Strauss more than she wanted to now.

  As she shook her leg to get it off, Ronan shot it in the back. It instantly released her. The blast of his gun echoed around the room.

  “That’s not going to kill it,” she shouted over the ringing in her ears.

  “I know, but it got it off you, didn’t it?”

  She didn’t grace him with a response, but turned and prepared for the revenant’s next attack. They never stayed down long. It was back up on its feet in a flash and rushing forward.

  Ivy unsheathed a second knife and, using defensive holds, she crisscrossed her arms and sliced deep into the revenant’s gut. It grunted, stumbled backward, and then looked down as its insides spilled onto the rug. She had to bite down on her lip to stop from retching.

  “That’ll keep it busy for a few minutes,” Ronan offered as he studied the revenant’s guts on the ground.

  “I need to get the valerian from the truck.”

  “Go. I’ve got this covered.”

  Ivy sidestepped around the confused revenant and rushed out the front door. She ran down the lawn and to the truck. Her bag of herbs and roots was behind the cab seat. She unlocked the truck and rummaged around for her bag. She found it, opened it and grabbed a small plastic bag of the herb. Stuffing it into her pocket, she ran back to the house.

  When she walked into the house, the revenant was in a few pieces on the living room rug. One severed arm still moved.

  She shook her head. “A little overkill, don’t you think?”

  Ronan shrugged. “Best to make sure.”

  She stomped over to the headless torso of the revenant. She opened the plastic bag, took out a pinch of valerian root and shoved it down into the open neck wound. The squishy sensation on her fingers made her head swim and her stomach flop over unpleasantly. She wiped the residual blood and gore onto her pants.

  Within a minute, all the squirming pieces of the revenant lay still.

  “We should burn the body,” Ivy said as she prodded the torso with her boot.

  Ronan nodded. “I know a good place to do that.”

  “Yeah, I bet you do,” she muttered under her breath. But she knew he heard her and she didn’t care.

  “I just saved your ass, lady, so I suggest you be nicer.”

  She cocked one eyebrow. “Please. I didn’t need your help. I would’ve taken care of it by myself.”

  “Before or after it had eaten your leg for a midnight snack?”

  She smirked. “Whatever. Let’s just find a garbage bag, get the pieces together and get this done.” She looked around the room. “Obviously, Sallos knew we were coming. He might have other traps for us.”

  Ronan disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a hefty orange garbage bag. “Found one under the sink.” He knelt down and started to fill the bag.

  “We should hurry. That shot you took probably woke the neighborhood. Cops will probably be here soon.”

  She picked up the arm and shoved it into the plastic bag.

  “You can’t just say thanks, can you?” He stuffed another piece inside. “It’s obvious gratitude is beyond your intellectual scope.” When the bag was full, Ronan tied it off.

  “Can we just move it along?” Ivy didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to feel gratefulness or anything for this cambion. The less she felt for him, the better.

  “Yup, no problem.” He hefted the bag over his shoulder. As he walked it swung and hit Ivy in the side of the head. It had enough impact to send her sprawling over the sofa. She had no doubt in her mind that he’d done it on purpose.

  Balling her hands into fists, she followed him out of the house, down the front steps and to the truck. After he swung the bag into the back of the truck, she rounded on him. She poked him in the chest with her knuckle.

  “Listen to me. I told you this was my way or the highway. So either do what I say or you can get lost. I don’t need your running commentary about what I am doing or not doing.”

  He regarded her with his lips twitching. She didn’t like how he was looking at her. As if she was an amusement to him. “Do you ever relax?”

  “No,” she sneered. “Relaxing gets people killed.”

  “You know what else gets people killed? High blood pressure.”

  Grinding her teeth, she spun on her heel and jumped into the truck. Ronan got in on the other side. She started the truck, put it in gear and drove away from the house.

  Under her breath she counted to ten slowly. When she reached ten she looked over at Ronan and asked, “Where are we going?”

  “Inner East Bay, down by the harbor.”

  “Once we do this, then what? What’s your next big idea?” She opened her window a crack. She felt like she was suffocating. Ronan’s presence was crowding on her. He was a big guy and took up a lot of the space inside the cab. “Sallos knew we were coming. How?”

  Ronan rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin. “I don’t know. Maybe because he knew what you would do next.”

  “So this is my fault?”

  “He obviously made you the second you walked into that club. You don’t exactly fly under the radar, Ivy.”

  “What about you? Maybe he made you,” she suggested. “Or I know, how about, you’re working with him, so he knew we were coming because that was the plan.” She thought about his stolen car. Maybe that had been the reason, so it would be easy for him to hook up with her. Except as a hunter she’d stolen plenty of vehicles. It was part of the game.

  Cocking his head, he regarded her. “I know there’s a brain in that pretty head of yours. So maybe you should use it. What you’re proposing is just ridiculous.” She hated the mocking tone in his voice.

  Without a thought, she yanked the steering wheel to the right and pulled up onto the curb. “Get out.”

  “What?”

  “I said ge
t the hell out of my truck.”

  “You’re being overdramatic, don’t you think?”

  That was it. She had enough of his lip and they’d been together for only two hours. She balled up her fist and punched him in the side of the face. The force was enough to snap his head back. She had the satisfaction of seeing him bump the other side of his head against the door.

  He turned his head back to her, then rubbed at his jaw where she’d clocked him. “Feel better? Got it out of your system? Can we move on now?”

  She nodded. “Definitely feel better.”

  “Good, because we need to keep moving. A cop just pulled up behind us.”

  Ivy glanced in her rearview mirror. He was right. A police cruiser had just pulled onto the street where they were parked. It would be very bad if he found their big bag of body parts in the truck bed. She suspected that even she wouldn’t be able to talk her way out of it.

  She put the truck back in gear and pulled out onto the street. The cop car followed her. She kept glancing in the mirror, holding her breath, hoping she didn’t see the flashing lights come on.

  After they drove another four blocks, the cruiser put on his signal and turned right. Ivy let out the breath she was holding.

  Ronan rubbed at his chin again. “You punch pretty hard. Not like a girl at all.”

  She swiveled in her seat to tell him a thing or two, but the smile on his face had her biting back the words. She couldn’t help the grin that lifted her lips.

  “Aha, I knew you could smile.” His eyes sparkled in amusement. “There’s a running rumor out there that it would never happen. That it couldn’t.”

  She shook her head, but she couldn’t help the laugh bubbling out of her. “Well, I’m happy to bust that rumor to hell.”

  “Yeah, I wonder what other rumors we can bust along the way.”

  Her smile faded then and she turned back to the road. “Keep dreaming.”

  Although his words bothered her, it was the lusty gleam in his eyes that worried her more. Because truth be told, the butterflies in her stomach had not stopped fluttering since setting her eyes on him in the back alley. And that was always a sign of bad things to come.